Time arrives lost with the confined
The end is coming for all of mankind
There are many things to do in ones life
Only to be stolen like a theif in the night

We think of turning the next page
As we bare our children in nuclear age
Little old men playing with their toys of destruction
Nothing will be left of God's contruction
A religious act of congregation
little do they know its all about formation
It's too late for memories, too late for dreams
They think retaliation is their only means

A suicide pack between two nations
Our governments hide in fallout stations
They may think they have it made
As they live in the shadow of nuclear shade

In God's name we cry out hoping he'll hear
But its not him we have to fear
Our minds have an idea of whom is to blame
But nothing can prepare us for the suffering and pain

Running scarce among the streets, helpless people feel the heat
They cry out apoligies, faces streaked with acid tears
But its too late no one to hear
The birds cease to sing, the sun refuses to shine
All things once beautiful now seen through blood strained eyes

For few who survive to start life anew
Learn from our mistakes it's all up to you
We hope and we pray for a stop to annihilation
But all of our dreams die in disintegration

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