BEYOND BELIEF
The Devil chuckled
toe-kicked a charred bone
which skidded along
what once was a road
even he
who had seen, had created
so much destruction
found it hard
to take it all in
as he confessed to
his key lieutenant
joining him in the morning
for his tour of inspection
but then he thought
on the ones who
had done this
and his earlier mirth returned
yes those missile messianics
desperate to scorch the planet
fast-tracking to rapture
“I love the smell
of nuclear fission
in the morning
it is
the smell of purity
of transcendence
beyond compare”.
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