World War Terminus

The air here stinks
The ground is cold
The seeds don't grow
The birds don't sing
Where once were fields of green are now
Endless mounds of grey irradiated dirt and soot

Where have the trees gone?
Where are the animals?
Everything artificial
Nothing is natural

The missiles are flying and our aim is true
The missiles are flying and our hearts are true
Limited
Tactical
Nuclear
Exchange limited
Tactical
Nuclear
Exchange
For what now?

The air here stinks
The ground is cold
The seeds don't grow
The birds don't sing
Never in my life
Never in my life did i think hell could be so goddamn fucking real



Credits
Writer(s): The Cost Living
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