Post-Nuclear Blues

The children will be insane,
Waiting, waiting, waiting
The teardrops fall,
Acid pools of summer rain
The sun shall wound the sky,
The new demons shall fly.
Death, death, death.
Life no more,
faith no more.
Tear me apart
before the pain,
before blood rain,
before the earth's tears.
I apologize for this apocalypse.

 

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