Evil
Sometimes you look at the pictures coming out of there and you wonder why they're black and white. Then you realise they aren't. It's just rubble. The utter destruction of every piece of life and colour to the point where even colour photographs have none. Sometimes there is a hint of blue sky, or a blood-coloured stain where a human used to be. Sometimes the last pink blush of a little girl's toys. The endless sea of pulverised life obliterated beyond recognition. If you did this, you're evil. If you condone it, you're evil. If you dismiss it, you're evil.