The buildings; I have watched them burn
They burned into the night as Earth's lantern .

The fire balls came down as if they were the rain
Never could I describe it, never could i explain...

The blood curdling screams that filled the sky,
The broken, severed limbs that flew on by,

All the skin that seemed to have melted off the bone
the torn country that people had once called home

The horrid sight of blood splattered on building walls
The dead bodies with glazed over and lolling eyeballs

Hearts were tattered, frayed and worn
It became a world of hate for children not yet born

I stood upon the hill wallowing in a bottle of Gin
I wiped my mouth and watched on with nothing but a grin.