I blame years of Metal Gear for this…nineteen to be exact.
A flash that darkens light itself
Breakdowns anatomy by violent dispel
Fission and fusion bring utter despair
Unstable atoms bane the very air
Reaction unleashes chain of events
A wall of force carries the end
A howl that overwhelms conflict’s spark
Imbued into the winds that follow the dark
Toadstools rise, and more light is erased
A world blanketed in clouds that bring a chilling embrace
From First Circle to Ninth, from fire to ice
Pillars fall at the end of strife
Tension; fresh wounds, all rubbed with SALT
Not one man dares to shoulder the fault
Arrowheads drawn across the ocean
Hope to deter another’s violent notion
From sand to glass, and from solid to ash
What began with three ended in cache
Life and death all broken apart
Back to the beginnings; back to the START
135 to Life 