Nuclear weaponry overwhelming and unconcievable
Numbers are unimportant, desolation unpercievable
There is no matter of life not now or ever more
The summary is quite simple death en passant in store
Bleakness is realistic not a pessimistic point of view
No future will be there nor present for me or you
One petard to fire, another to return in mass strife
When all is said and done there will be no remains of life
A bombshelter you say to exist for a brief period yet
The final fate will find you, no one to empathize your regret
The ex post facto answer is the nonexistance of the cause
Everyday holds the threat directional radiating flaws