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Once the bomb has blown not one man can be saved

Metal skeletons rise above the metropolitan wasteland-grave

Graying skies and mounting gloom silhouette the blackened shells

Of buildings which once stood above this city in which no one dwells

Live massive headstones, the graveyard of man's wrath

The stillness and the silence: a fitting epitaph

No divine powers nor evil forces rule the waste

Death personified never seen by man alive

Evil man's laughter wrought his Legacy of Death

He never learned to cry so he laughed when he killed and when he died

If suicide be madness, man be madness in himself

Tales of triumph go unheard: how man won by killing himself