The Cataclysmic Cycle of Renewal

Mushroom clouds grace the sky Heralding a new and sunless dawn Nuclear fire rains upon the lands The armageddon made by human hands. The wrath of god could not lay waste The wretched world he once created Mankind does not seek any salvation From her self-inflicted damnation. The judgement day won't be coming Like a thief in the dark of night But with bloodshed and roaring thunder Of the world breaking asunder. While earth is shattered and burnt By a hailstorm of fire and steel For those who are watching serenely The utmost devastation is Epiphany. That what is falling must be pushed beyond the point of no return but a New World bestowed upon New Man From the abyss shall rise once again!