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Chew the water, and don't breathe the air You weave Apocalypse in your loom You paint Armageddon on your easel Black watercolour Made from human ash Bombing in the microwave The embers will die, and the winds will cease Like the fingernails of a corpse Trudge into malevolent oblivion Convinced by the impotent fallacy of happiness; Generation Nuclear Apathy Generation Destiny Liquidation ...And the minute counter ticks away... Tick Tock Tick Tock Eliot was wrong This is how the world ends This is how the world ends This is how the world ends Not with a whimper But a bang.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC
Bombing in the Microwave
Chew the water, and don't breathe the air You weave Apocalypse in your loom You paint Armageddon on your easel Black watercolour Made from human ash Bombing in the microwave The embers will die, and the winds will cease Like the fingernails of a corpse Trudge into malevolent oblivion Convinced by the impotent fallacy of happiness; Generation Nuclear Apathy Generation Destiny Liquidation ...And the minute counter ticks away... Tick Tock Tick Tock Eliot was wrong This is how the world ends This is how the world ends This is how the world ends Not with a whimper But a bang.
The Crimea-situation and military mobilization has the doomsday clock ticking down to World War III, and a slight tingling fear creeps up my spine.
peter-christian-ness
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peter-christian-ness
Norwegian
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC
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