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Beautiful day |
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You would hardly notice all the disease |
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And we are all to become desperate |
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As desperation is grounds for remorse |
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And suddenly everything else bows down in comparison |
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When the blast wave hit |
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The impact burned paint from the walls onto their skin |
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Inadvertently mixing new hues of green and blue that would never be seen again |
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Human ash fell like snow as winter began around the world |
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Clouds covered every inch of the earth |
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As the survivors came out of whatever holes they found |
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And the sun ceased it's shine |
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Radiation coupled with toxic fumes strangled whatever was left alive |
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And now the real horror begins |
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This is when they begin to think |
