Sunrise
Crimson Skies,
not a bird flies
Whispers in the air,
telling me why should i care
No love anywhere,
only hate and despair
Once we cared, once it mattered,
but all that was good, shattered
Where are we to go?
how are we to know?
What a Surprise...
a Nuclear Sunrise

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