I watched as we unwillingly entered the storm–though it wasn’t a natural element unless man-made has become a staple for disaster. Smoke rolled from over the mountain, but its fury had been fast and far before. An atomic calamity; a world on edge; the innocent to be sacrificed for the egos who have it all.
We never did anything to deserve the ash we soon will become–at least from the ones pressing the button.
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