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War. War never changes.
The end of the world occured pretty much as we had predicted.
Too many humans, not enough space or resource to go around.
The details are trivial and pointless.
The reasons, as always, purely human ones.
The earth was nearly wiped clean of life.
A great cleansing.
An atomic spark struck by human hands.
War. War never changes.
There is more than what you behold.
That is what we once were told.
But all that's left, is despair,
so how can you see what isn't there?
What once were verdant plains we turned
into cold and frigid earth.
The landscape has been laid to rest
in its nuclear winter dress
Searching all over this frozen soil
for a place where we can live
a place that we may call our own.
Across the barren wastelands,
away from the flame
we'll find our sanctuary,
we will prevail.
Cities of the righteous
and the proud and the just
was turned into ashes
and shattered to dust.
But a kingdom shall rise
where the stars once fell
We'll find a place
to build our castle in hell.
Who were right and who were wrong,
was decided by the strong.
Correct the faults, indoctrinate,
when it failed, eradicate.
Then the vaults got filled with crowds
as nations traded mushroom clouds.
We are not the ones to blame,
but we're bearing the burden as we're...
Searching all over this frozen soil
for a place where we can live
a place that we may call our own.
Across the barren wastelands,
away from the flame
we'll find our sanctuary,
we will prevail.
Cities of the righteous
and the proud and the just
was turned into ashes
and shattered to dust.
But a kingdom shall rise
where the stars once fell
We'll find a place
to build our castle in hell.
War. War never changes.
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