The Speaker

The speaker spoke in a guttural cry Screeching against the day Dooming us all to lay down and die. We all uttered a final sigh Nothing for us left to say The speaker spoke in a guttural cry. Trembling, our fates cast and chide Unholy it takes us down one way Dooming us all to lay down and die. No longer any charades to ply To cause respite or other delays The speaker spoke in a guttural cry. That bastard who led us to fry Missiles overhead as we pray Dooming us all o lay down and die. Nuclear fire, the apocalypse tries To decimate the world, plutonium haze The speaker spoke in a guttural cry Dooming us all to lay down and die.