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!
Copyright © Bart Jonas | Year Posted 2006
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