Dreams of the mushroom cloud over hallowed ground.
Dreams of the cracked sky and the siren sound.
A world shattered lying in defeat.
A world burning in radiation heat.
Surrounded by smoke the smell of burning flesh.
There are loved ones they’re dead like rest.
Those who remain are tied to machines.
One could even question if they are human beings.
Yes we’ve. Died. In my. Mind.
Yes we’ve. Died. In my. Eyes.
Eyes of the angels fill with bloody tears.
Minds of the fallen resonate with fear.
Where life once flourished now banished from here.
This is our punishment so violently clear.
all rights reserved