Where Is the Beauty Between the Death and Her Chaos?

Where is the Beauty between the death and her chaos If the mountains are forever lost,then..what good will a Prayer do The lush fertile soil that was gently tendered with care barren landscape without a pretty scene Before another night in which the Devil dare to dream Bright Flares from the Fall out upstairs Strangers,in our shelter,struggling to stay alive without decadence or chairs Laughing Men smirk in the macabre of their insanity Ignoring the relics,around,a signpost of Nuclear reality Caverns of the West contain the remains of San Francisco Up upon the scorched New England Berkshires is all that remains of the few and the once proud Bostonians Evil has won ,on this,our depleted Glory Cave children of the Future,on stone tablets,will they tell our story AMEN