Midnight

I thought of the Cold War, and a what if they fired the bombs. How would those survivors end their lives. I dunno... morbid..The name is a play on the Doomsday Clock. As always, do help me~

Midnight

Heartache whimpers the sweetest psalms.
The children cry and beg for a God that doesn't feed.
The angels sing as they grasp at life,
only to fade before their eyes.

Smoke filled toxin coats the skies.
Mothers choke on their exasperation.
The angels laugh at their desperation,
as the globe crumbles at their feet.

Horizons etched with the deepness of crimson,
fumes that intoxicate innocence with poison.
Cadavers lying on the ground..
Gunshots, fleeing into shadows.

Blessed are the end of days.
Ignorance bred self destruction rampant.
The plague of God's laughter ringing in your ears,
depict the death throes of essence.

Armies choking on their enemy's blood,
as they too fall into the mass graves of their brothers.
The horseman rides to the drumbeat of war,
reaping and sowing the seeds of eradication.

Blessed are the end of ways.
The mother that consumed her children in deperate hunger,
lay cowering in the fear of atonement.
But law had hidden its face from the light.

Flood waters that drown the intolerant,
are product of their melted conviction.
Try to swim to the scorched shores,
that bode no promise of tomorrow.

Laughing and singing breeds only sorrow and tears.
and the malevolence of prosecution,
breed the war tactics of total annhiliation..
Mutual assured destruction is the way to the sixth extinction.