by Haley Johnston

Created on: May 18, 2008

Apocalypse~

The silence that follows the world crushing boom,
like a gravelly tomb,
or a young mother's womb.

The tole that is rocketing as people die,
others try not to cry
as they whisper goodbye.

There is dirt on their face, crushed in mournful embrace,
they must leave this bad place,
with the doomed human race.

Sooty ash falls like rain on the desolate plain,
There is nothing to gain,
But more heartbreaking pain.

Because you're the mighty and scary U.S.
You are more, never less,
not one fault to confess.

You said you're our ally and that you'd be good,
and you'd do what you should,
but you did what you could.

What you could was destroy, every girl and each boy,
As if our world's a toy,
All the bombs you deploy.

It is now time to run do not bother with search,
for your soul will just lurch
at the sight of our church.

Is this what God wanted? Destroying the poor?
there's more gore than before,
all are sore to the core.

You had to drop bombs that weighed more than a ton,
Now you've had all your fun,
and just look what you've done.

No hope for survivors again i say run!
Here? refuge? there's none.
This has all just begun.

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