I saw on a mountainside
A city's life dry up and die
In a moment it was done
Etched to mind this unjust wrong
Hear the screams that never came
Feel that hate of atoms flame
Slowly does my sight return
To see that all remains have burned
Watch the cloud float ever high
Feel the winter drawing nigh
Knowing this will be the end
Crying for we are condemned
All for dreams a man conceived
Ill-mannered thought driven by greed
Now the world must pay in blood
Sacrificing is bounty of love
Alone up top the world I stand
Become have I the last of man
To tell the future of this death
Silent ears that draw no breathe
Watching as we enter night
Blinded by this unholy light
Ending the pain and misery
The war that did not have to be













Comments
...engraved...
...burnt...
...carved...
...but not etched...
just my opinion.
-Todd
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Behold, the light that travels into space.
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