Nuclear Fallout
Is it fair?
That my life is stripped away by a furious blaze?
Taken without so much as a tease?
Why should I face such consequences?
It was not I who created the sound of its descent, its mournful whining.
Why should I not be given the last reminder of my humanity before I die?
The memories, the pain, that should course through me as I burn.
I only hear its wailing war cry.
Decomposition with the guarantee of no return.
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