End of World

The end is drawing near, the end is drawing neigh
Too damn bad for you, kiss your stupid ass goodbye

Don’t worry how you’ll die, die you surely will
You’ll be blown to shit, then roasted on a grill

World War Three it’s called, due just any day
Atomic bombs and Poison gas, from them you cannot get away

If through the blast you do survive, in the dark your ass will glow
About three weeks it takes to croak, from radiation’s glow

You’ll puke your guts out all day long, and no one gives a shit
When you finally die you’ll burn in Hell…and there won’t be no obit


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