MAD (Mutually Assured Destruction)

Fires burning, scorching the land. No hope of rain, turn cities to sand. Rubble and dust, the air is so thick. Mothers they cry as their children get sick. Clouds made of toxins, a ravenous plague, I can fit all my things into one plastic bag. The air filled with doom, a result of the blast, the sky colored blue is a thing of the past. Go into your bunkers, store as much as you can, this villanous evil turning boy into man. It's kill or be killed, there's no live and let be. The raiders are coming, guns pointed at me. Our earth is a crater, now nothing's the same. There are no survivors, so there's no one to blame.