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.

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peter-christian-ness

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