Steel birds fly by in the night sky as the people of the world look out into endless night. The hands of the world intertwine, soft fingers wrapping together in a warm embrace. Stranger clutched stranger in a lasting grip, an epitaph of human flesh and bone. The light in the sky was sudden and otherworldly, its searing rays blistering and burning the women holding her baby, tearing and boiling the little girl trampled by the crowd; smoldering piles of human mass and excrement reach up in a final monument of absolute anguish at the hands of man.
To bite and snarl at one another is one thing, to reduce your fellow man to greasy stains on the pavement is another. I walk alone in the valley of death, stick held high, serpents around my ankles. I am the soothsayer and the clockwork god. Like a nuclear horsemen riding on the backs of the wealthy; I steer your motives towards your own destruction. My name is Atom, my body is endless and my seducing power is maddening. I sow the seeds of warfare and anger and I am the final tool of resolution. I am the great fear that stinks up the political summits, I am the writhing bloated corpse swept under the rug. I am the bomb.
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