Darkness Burning Bright

You said, the bigger the blast, the softer the

mercy, cold math. Dressed up as kindness from the clouds,

you talk about a gentle flash to tug the screaming world in early.

You call that grace. You call that love out

loud. You draw halos on the fallout map, little wings on

every target. You say ashes don't feel pain, so why not burn

everything? Glowing mushroom in the sky, you say it lifts us when

we die. Call it mercy, call it sleep, but it just buries what you