Dead Meat

There is A small portion lying Many followers are looters and some be tortured or dying I am the last survivor of a proud but vain race it was too late to be warmed because the SUCKERS just laughed in my face Atom particles of a device delivered Men in their sports mobiles,looked up as their lips quivered Shooting rockets in the air immaculate sweethearts are sweating and scared Running in chaos to find safety underground For their(and My)world can no longer be found A BLAST FROM THE FURNACE WAY TO GO 'BODY CINDERED PLUS SCORCHED AS THE A-BOMB DELIVERED After the inferno as well as the Cloud I left my remains Home and bravely strolled down no longer happy nor proud A charred face peeling away the youth-filled cracks My sore arm is carrying a small Bible and a Diary charm As of today,April 1,2010 I am,by count,the last known human on this block This is a final testament of the days leading up to Read it and weep,O Lord..We all made sport of Jesus and YOU!