Hi guys, i have been thinking of what to post since yesterday, so i saw this post photo online and it hits me, why don't i write a poet about the might of a nuclear warhead. Not to celebrate it but to show it's destruction might and express the weapon as if it is writing about itself.
I ascend with a bang.
A shrill cry across the sky.
Tearing through the air with might.
All aware of my destination.
But my wrath unavoidable.
Terror welcomes me.
Despair spreads on my arrival.
I am an inevitable destruction.
With an annihilation of a gift i brings.
"A shame", i sighed.
No one is left to appreciate my art.
All has been incinerated upon my arrival.
Only destruction to accompany me.
Only desolation surrounding me.
Left as a beautiful art in the sky.
Left a mushroom of dust.
A mushroom full of nothingness.
A mushroom of inexistence.
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