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Feb 2015
The fuse is lit and burning fast, it’s almost to the bomb
The bomb goes off it’s WW3, you they wouldn’t embalm
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You will rot right on the ground. Buzzards eat your ***
Not just only you, humanity in mass
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If you aren’t killed, three weeks is all you got
From radiation you will glow, you’ll moan and puke a lot
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So keep your head stuck in the sand, pretend it is not so
When you finally die, to Hell you're going to go

[1] Rev 9:17&18
Written by
Elihu Barachel
875
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