Free up their souls to share with
us the truths of how man tried to
save the world, from destruction
and self elimination.
They were ordered by a simple
piece of written information,
placed in a drawer of confusion.
The spirits within surfaced from
the deep, a thousand fathoms down,
below the murky sea.
Burnt and mesmerized man would
caress destruction, and total
Fallout shelters were ready,
as the nuclear bomb crept
closer to the eleventh hour.
Missiles ready to be launched
by revolutionary demigods bent
on threats of war, and ending the
world as they knew it then.
Super power top-secret cargo,
stowed in cigar-shaped machines
that patrolled and circled its prey,
seeking to ignite and explode
its top load.
Commanders were on the high seas,
issuing commands and orders,
controlling the keys that would
unleash Armageddon, with the
twist of a hand.
The world stood still as echoes
could be heard of babies crying
in their cradles, as the blast
blew across the earth and
all was lost.
The secrets no longer hidden
and man became dust in the wind
of time, as the nuclear dust settled
contaminating the crust killing all
God help us all.
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