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Pushed through fused flesh

Survival is anyone’s guess

Life and births will continue

But at what cost?

Infants born without skin

Placed in a lead coffin

Crying over one another

A human cooked well-done

They where born in the fire

Soldiers mangled in the barbwire

The skin is thin and paper like

Pinpoint accurate missile strike

Never given a chance to strive

Smoldering city, no one alive

Clothes rip and tear like flesh

Skin replaced by a wire mesh

They’re picking up children

Melting away life is done

Little arms and legs discarded

The broken city still bombarded

The cost of life is so low

The grieving process slow

Birthed in nuclear radiation

Suffering breeds innovation

At the expense of your child

Thousands of bodies piled

Nuclear genocide achievement

In all war there is no agreement

Cities leveled by nuclear warfare

All that’s left is death

Death

All that’s left is death