Bring her a mushroom cloud to garnish the skylines today

Bring her opulent orange and cringing, beautiful white bellows

Give her the gift of eradication, the gift of cleansing

No screams or sounds,

only the resonation of relief colliding with horror

Trepidation blanketed with the reverberation of godlike slaughter

Tumor mankind

Dug from the roots and burned from the marrow outward

Falling forward into complete regeneration