Nuclear war is a nightmare waiting:
for the necessary components , the necessary boom begetters , to come together with the exegesis of available chaos theories,
like in a good movie,
and make it happen.
The bully boys with their mob connections
Infiltrate and wait for the fruit to ripen;
Herd the naive with their screams into pre-ordained sections.
The bludgeoning of virtue
With the looks, and disassociation talents necessary for the torture.
Another statute , another statue,
Commemorating the moral values of another first world scorcher.
In the dizzy distance, beyond the fuzzy horizon , the shuttles meddle in space.
Engineered by terminal cases who've caught the conquering complex.
Giddy with gadgets, discharging their graces,
Their projects modeled on the jaw of Tyrannosaurus rex.
The eleventh hour sticks out of time-space like the nose on your face.
Time ticking, brace yourself for the brazen embrace.
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