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A blinding strobe burns through my eyes

But somehow I still see

Blasting zone at contact point

Burns the flesh like leaves

Scorching earth and burning winds

Exterminate all liar disease

Is to make sure we all die

Such heroic nonsense

Clouding guilty conscience

Mushroom clouds that fill the sky

While blind follow like sheep

Another way to thin the herd

Without facing defeat

Politicians disregard

The right for human need

As long as they control the land

To satisfy their greed

What is left?

In the Aftermath

I can see there's no hope for me