Janet's Hope
The world ended suddenly on Victory Tuesday
A plague came and took all of the people away
It killed Big Brother when he stopped to sneeze
Who knew that death came in floating on the breeze
I wander alone, among the bloated, rotting dead
Stench, corpses and bodies, everywhere I tread
I live at the Ministry of Plenty, just to survive
I desperately hope I am not the last person alive
Why am I alive? I must be somehow immune
To the sickness that caused Oceania's doom
I used to work at Pornosec, my name is Janet
Living and surviving on this lonely, lifeless planet
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