Stars violently burn,
Their insides slowly churn;
The hydrogen explodes,
The bright inside shows.
A nuclear bomb is a star,
Small, ugly, not as far.
There's no time to run away!
No children left to play.
When humans imitate the stars,
They only cover Earth with scars.
The nuclear bomb kills planet three;
Now there's nowhere left to flee.
Bombs are stars, yet flawed copies,
Like a forest without any trees.
A star's death is filled with beauty,
Earth's explosion is only cruelty.
After Earth dies stars continue to churn,
While the Earth is left to burn.
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