Button of death.

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It was a beautiful clear day

flying high above the clouds

setting out on our trip

hours passed before we

reached our destination


we readied ourselves

the time had come

we pressed a button

our job was done

turned to go home

cameras at the ready

to capture the horrors

we left behind

the mushroom cloud

climbed ever higher

below the destruction

was there to see

nothing standing

nothing moving

people evaporated

their frames burnt

into the ground

skin dripping from bones

no help for others

such a waste

not once, but twice

must this happen again

god help us if it does

there will be no world

worth inhabiting

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