D-Sisasters. Horribly Burned Bodies.
Stenches Of Radioactive Residues.
Mourners Melt As Soon As They Feel Their Own Irradiated Tears.
Tears N The Fabrics Of The Harmonies.
Assemblies Of What's So Toxic.
Sick...Throwing Up Guts N Horrendous Chunks.
Music's & Magiks Of A Nuclear Phenomenon Unending. Farewell Unfortunate Lovers.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 26th, 2021 23:32
- Comment from author about the poem: How Long B4 W.W.:III, Ya'll?
- Category: Sad
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Thanks 4 Reading, My Friend.
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