The Big Boom
nasty diatribe of never-ending speech
about the BIG ONE just beyond our reach
One little burst and the whole World,forever Cursed
To see our Children without any skin
an image of Misery that I can't imagine worse
Funnel air of Nuclear Debris
A sad little thought comes to mind
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME?"
I look over my shoulder and view a world that has gotten much colder
A symphony or a Last Movement
Maybe WHAT HAS TO BE is His stern admonishment
IF DEATH SHALL BE YOUR SEXUAL FANTASY
THEN I WILL KISS IT WITH SUCH FINALITY
The writing of such lunacy is embedded with a Lesson
of what may happen to thee
This may never come to a doomsday fruition
But then the gist of this
is more factual than just mere Fiction
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