Apocalypse
It was now a hard truth
Evil had reaped its fruits
The world is now made up of melted bodies
The result being of humankind's atrocities
Everywhere lies death
Nowhere can be seen health
Pollution thrives
Toxic wastes grow as bees in hives
Life was destroyed
To keep itself buoyed
Man built himself an arc
When there was no light, in the night's dark
But water ran through
And killed everyone, so true!
Now only remained dead skeletons
Floating around in millions
Harsh word indeed
Apocalypse is now the creed
The Lord was not worried
As they sowed, so have they reaped!
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