the surging tide of my power coming up to meet me
unheasantly, I pushed off for my embarkment to foreign shores
upon my arrival I am met by only a solitary light beacon
all else, desolate in disarray
what favors of fate have worked this disaster
was it nuclear holocaust or Nature's revenge
unanswered, lies the remants of the day after
it matters not, for fortune's future
lies with the Light within
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