How seamless would it be to die in nuclear fire?
Awakened by the pseudo angels of death
Light turned against life and bred darkness
The tiny confines of sanity could not withstand
The little black box disintegrates
That which is my mind begins to blur
The silence is deafening
Darkness becomes crystal clear
Waves of light penetrate through me
And I see the face of infinity
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