Chronicles of a Nuclear Hell Storm Part 2

Weep, America! Your time has come. Nuclear blasts: buildings, people bursting into flames. Mushroom clouds, fallout, radioactive particles raining down. Radiation poisoning, seeping into your bodies, to the valley of dry bones you will go. Oh, proud and lofty one brought low; you have traded light for darkness, so the valley of the shadow of death you will know.

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