Lest we forget scorched earth policies, of megaton and hydrogen, and = Taut muscle of an armory that flexes, to show the world we mean = Business! It's all smiles and handshakes, but who moves to disarm. We've cheapened time and evolution. To be violently erased is non - fiction. Those summits and peace treaties are just worthless words. It's all smiles and handshakes, but who moves to disarm. Radium, Uranium - one more isotope to add the collection. The age of outrage has been reasoned into submission. And cries for peace are no longer in fashion. I wonder if we'll see the point through cataracted eyes. Or draw breath from irradiated lungs, and sigh as we exit times = Seven.
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