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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Gather ‘round the global table — All ye kings of the earth, and ye queens of the dirt The self-anointed, the ballot appointed So much kilt kill filth is on your skirts! Fate chosen leaders hellbent to take their loyal legion of followers on the final dark descent As the nuclear fires of rage ascend from the bottomless pit of unrighteous warmongering So be the firmament decree: Let the last conflagration begin Assemble together ‘round the tilted spin — All ye lying kings of the crimson earth, with your lyoness queens of the red dirt The peace usurpers, the armistice pretenders How much bloodshed is of profitable worth? Abyss power surges through your collective soul, as the covetous spindle madly turns out of control Dark reign clouds veil the brimstone sky Ember vestiges of humanity’s lost virtues are left blowing in the wind ... never to be candlelight found again Only exodus death seen mushrooming, the last conflagration is fiery furnace starting Pyre heaps tragically rising from the fervent vows of heated confrontation Heart wrenching cries is the drenching fallout Every good hope dies in the nuclear ashes scattered about There won’t be enough Geiger counters to measure the rad level of grief: A cratering shout heard in that mourn awakening Of this, there’s no doubt: Nagasaki memories are amnesia tucked in Hiroshima dreams Who will truly remnant cry for the lullaby masses on that final underground migration? As the awful burnings above end all the clashes Tear reckoning be strange love Weeps heard in the last conflagration
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