Bellows کے بول

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