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Mar 2018
A field of fire rising up to the sky
Ten thousands of people; all will die
Dozens of suns and a giant shockwave
And nobody went to visit my own grave.

Music and life had fallen as well
And imprisoned in a chamber donned by people as “****”
Yet deaf was all real, but the one thing heard
Was the blast in the morning as soft as a bird.

A place where freedom did never exist
A place where war from society was ******
And liberty had left; and peace had too
Inside of the government always undergoing a coup.

Cities had fallen from the bombs up above
Some paradoxical world that once kept me in love
With its ****** of nature, but all that has gone
And poems were buried in the nuclear dawn.






No…no no no no no more
I can’t take this anymore
No more nightmares it’s getting to a point
PLEASE, NO MORE EXPLOSIONS
WHY DOES IT STILL HAPPEN?!!!!
NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO.


And my body rocks violently in sleep.
Ellison
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Ellison  16/M/USA
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