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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!