Comes as the wind blows
You might see the ash
As it falls from flames
The world out of balance
These ashes are echoes
Of the war's final blast
Nations cultivated blame
Using weapons
Of mass destruction
Few could possibly survive
War that came as an eruption
Armed with hubris they ravaged
Leaving behind irreparable lives
Leaving only immense damage
So now a world lays destroyed
With nothing but dead bodies
All nations became paranoid
Made war as if it was a hobby
