A Painful Truth

A figure of death

Looms over the land

A nuclear scythe

Is borne in his hand

Wearing a mantle

Of consuming fire

He lights for our world

A funeral pyre

I flee in terror

But find no escape

For all of this land

Shows signs of his rape

Where-ever I go

He is always there

Stripping the land

And leaving it bare

I hear his cruel laughter

A malicious sound

While his victim’s corpses

Are thick on the ground

He’s dealing out death

And pain on a whim

There can be no way

Of hiding from him

But now I am running

So desperate to hide

For I’ve glimpsed a truth

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I cannot abide

The horror flows through me

For now I can see

There is no escape

This figure is me!