Cometh the Hour

There's the sound of a roar, within the blue sky.

Rockets so many, soaring so high.

Hundreds to thousands, all heading for space,

While beneath them in dread, the whole human race.

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Somewhere the sun's setting, elsewhere it rises,

Upon the old world's last day, this day of surprises.

But the hour's still late, on this day so dire,

As the world knows the touch of nuclear fire.

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So the warheads descend, all drop from the sky,

In fire and fury, 3 billion die.

Afterwards, silence, as ash falls like snow,

The works of mankind have all been laid low.

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All this began on a day of blue skies,

Paving the way for the machines' rise.

So now, in this moment, the sky has grey clouds,

All mushroom shaped, cover Earth like a cloud.