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by thrwaway1337
792 days ago
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I'm recording this, because this could be the last thing I'll ever say The city I once knew as home is teetering on the edge of radioactive oblivion A three-hundred thousand degree baptism by nuclear fire I'm not sorry, we had it coming A surge of white-hot atonement will be our wake-up call Hope for our future is now a stillborn dream The bombs begin to fall and I'm rushing to meet my love Please, remember me There is no more |
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