nuclear tomb
look around you
all you love will be gone
you will be gone
vaporised
such a vapid word for
nuclear armageddon
just thought i’d drop that one
mushroom cloud
such a hot curry
offering silly puns
is of small comfort
having seen oblivion
there is no way back to the sunny uplands
solar wind
nuclear fission confusion
punched
right in your solar plexus
gasp
it’s your last
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