Radiation Cloud

It’s like a funeral procession for the world —
It’s a saddest note you will play, you will ever hear
With skinned hands you’re praying now — praying relief
On bleeding knees you’re crawling down
Cound it be that men of cloth are fearing the most?
Could it be that they’ve been preaching a hoax?
And like a thousand suns it comes
Final dawn lights up the sky
Winds carry the harbinger
Of man’s doom!
It’s like a funeral procession for the world —
It’s a saddest note you will play, you will ever hear
With a mouth gaped, frozen now into a scream
With a world raped, burning now
Could it be that men of cloth are fearing the most?
Couldit be that they’ve been preaching a hoax?
And like a thousand suns it comes
Final dawn lights up the sky
Winds carry the harbinger
Of man’s doom:
Radiation cloud