The Stench of Death is in the air, the stench of rotting flesh
The prize of WWIII! In this you will enmesh
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Celebrate your victory! Glory in your might!
Carnage pain and woe, in these you do delight
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You won't need a flashlight, in the dark your *** will glow!
Radiation! Radiation! To Hell you'll say hello
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This will soon all come, NOWHERE can you hide
Calamity and Doom, will be felt both far and wide