What if the nukes destroyed the world
and this is the afterworld
Green radiating lakes
Covering ancient relics
Trails of the civilisation
Hidden in the sand
The new generation born with mutation
In a golden wasteland
Not much to eat either
And you rarely see men
The other occasionally traveler
seeking shelter and a friend
At least the sky looks clean
And the weather is warm
Side those rising clouds of fluorine
The new gold is a rainstorm
Welcome to your post apocalyptic adventure
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