I watched the efforts of our species dance away on the radioactive wind
Civilization retreated by millennia
All of human history wrought to dust
Our cities, now scorched black mausoleums serve as a reminder
There can be no victory in war
Birth is the answer to the question of our mortality
With resolute defiance we choose to grasp at the delicate thread of life
My son the gift of survival is yours
Please, may you never submit
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