Ready. Aim. Fire.
The only three words that wrecked a world
Looking through the eye in the sky
I now wish for a better world
What have I done to cause such a thing?
Tomorrow's promise of brightness has only brought shades of black
A diary stripped of its pages
A car blown to bits
Its rusted gears tell a story of fallacy
And defeat.
The skies that were once white and blue
Have become black and green
Toxic gas fills the air
The crater destroys a history of life
Now amounting to nothing.
I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
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