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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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