Testo di White With Sepulchres

at the bottom of the nuclear abyss earth is eroded into full tombs soil is chalk and ash a bleak reflection of what remains as the bones clutter corners of ghastly hellscape the wind laughs at progress disintegrated the sepulchres glow a white contentment with the lack of existence the earth is a white desert fossilized with the past where the skeletal forests break and rattle a whiteness unrealized by the too distant suns