Deaf.

Post apocalypse. There is beauty in the breakdown, I hope you see that too.

This is the sound of a world on fire.

Mourning mothers and war hardened fathers.

Lost hopes to be remembered as a martyr.

Caskets with no bodies lined up at the altar.

 

The neutron bomb was dropped in the heart of their land.

All it took was a tick in one mans hand.

Human flesh boiled as the streets turn blood red.

Life had been reduced to an infinite death.