Weary dreadnoughts guard the sky Men who were born to die Against falling stars, men once made Weapons that dug whole nation's graves The seas themselves could not give up the dead The war that turned the whole earth red. No bees were left, no birds to sing The silence was everywhere, deafening. Whom left, scattered, and wandering Blind, their skin, melting from them Scouring the earth for every scrap of food. The living dead and cancerous doomed. All the earth now becomes a tomb. The womb of worms, and broken obelisks Masters unknown, inscrutable monuments. Ended in one afternoon Bright and brilliant I remember the day All the children gone out to play And bright and brilliant was every thousands, flash. Eight billion lives reduced to ash. No time was had, to bunkers, past Even the prepared, (had) no time to gasp. The blink of all eyes, out went the screams. Ended all mankinds dreams. But these are the words of unnamed skulls The flash-burned shadows in steel hulls anonymous hand prints in concrete relief The end of our world had come like a thief. The forests and species we preserved all burned worldwide The mountains were flattened, the rivers all died All was a burning, our genocide To moloch, their god, an offering of pride All art, all wonders, now ruined, and dust All cities, all civilization, ruin and tombs. The graveyard of man.