Nuclear Winter

Targets of their warheads
Shattered in a flash
Structures start to ignite
Soon reduced to ash

Smoke from the destruction
Begins to dim the skies
Spreading from the blast
On evil winds it flies

As the summer's stolen
Enjoy your final breath
When the winter grasps you
You'll meet an icy death



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Mcmillan
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