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.
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