My Nuclear Winter

Photo by: Elena Naylor


"When will people understand?"is a question we hear at an alarming rate

The sickness contained within our veins, has been expressed through our dying mother goddess- the earth

"Will we ever be able to change this?" students often asked him

The Warrior was cast away from the mundane society, and left to heal on his own- yet people forgot about his emotions and desires

His wounds as fresh as the cloud of snow, after the bombs dropped upon the city ten years ago

Making his way toward The Capital, the temperatures reach below zero

Violence, aggression, ignorance, all of which led to this concept of chaos and blasphemy

We will never surrender; and we will never take the easy way out

We have proven our strength- yet this is the Nuclear Winter

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