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The roach

Through and after
A nuclear blast
We'll still be around
Eating crap

Fear of light
Perserves out fate
Were hidden between cracks
In the darkest of place

Persnickety eaters
Surely not
We'll eat our own dead
Just merely for a snack

We will still be around
Long after you're gone
Eluding light
And eating crap

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