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World War Three

Blistering waves from a flaming sea
Spill onto the smoke-stained shore.
Sulphurous winds where there is no lee
Break open such festering sores
That baby nor beast nor withering tree
Can stand, nor bird can soar.

Out of the brackish sky a dove,
Screeching to earth, exploded;
Acid blood from the sun above
Its bleeding face eroded,
And bilious tears from a moon of love
Its parched heart corroded.

Cry for the blue of an April sky,
You fools, with dreams all flowing!
Scream if you will, but you shall die
In flames, still unknowing!
Search too late for the reasons why
There's fire where you are going!

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