The world burns bright; a spectrum of orange and red .
The stinging and everlasting kiss of a nuclear warhead .
The spray of bullets like spray paint on the wall
Leaving thousands asleep under the bright deathly pale waterfall
A place of no return and retort
So similar yet so different from a modern day resort
It's a bright world they call
A bright world not for celebration and color, it's but a bright world filled willed the nukes as they fall
A child yearns for their father drafted of in the war
Grows up never knowing his father by the core
They claim it brings repute and respect
So sad how far fetched this lie is from what one seems to expect
A cry for freedom and peace
Cannot seem to satisfy as much as missile kiss
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