Blinding Flash

The sirens rise like prophets in the cold electric dawn, Whispering their warnings as the final hour draws on. In the cradle of the cities where the neon angels weep, Every shadow starts to tremble as the fire wakes from sleep. Mother, can you hear me through the static in the sky? The heavens split like paper as the satellites all die. The ground begins to rumble with the secrets that we kept, And the ghosts of our tomorrows rise from places where we slept. Oh, father of the atom, your kingdom comes undone— We kneel before the altar of the ever-dying sun. Raise your hands to the fallout rain, Let it wash your sins away. In the glow of the final flame, We are holy, we are unafraid. When the sky cracks open wide And the stars all fall in line, We will stand at the end of time In the last light of Eden divine. Children of the aftershock, we dance upon the fault, Our shadows twist like serpents through the ruins of our vault. The prophets in their gas masks chant a requiem of rust, And the saints with broken halos turn our bodies into dust. The oceans boil their warnings as the continents ignite, And every prayer we whispered becomes embers in the night. But still we march together through the ashes and the flame, For even in the ending, we remember our own names. Blessed be the atom’s breath, Blessed be the holy death. Blessed be the flame that frees, Blessed be the end of these— Chains that bound the mortal frame, Chains that bore the human name. Blessed be the world undone, Blessed be the burning sun. Run from the light— It’s the fire of the end. Run from the night— It’s the shadow of your sins. No sanctuary left to find, No kingdom left to claim— Only echoes in the wasteland Calling out your name. Raise your hands to the fallout rain, Let it carve your final shape. In the glow of the dying flame, We are chosen, we are unafraid. When the sky tears open wide And the void becomes our shrine, We will rise at the end of time In the last light of Eden divine. And when the sirens fade to whispers And the world exhales its dust, We lie down in the ashes And return to what we must.