The mushrooms sprout
their radioactive haze
incinerated masses
become shadows on walls
vaporized into gasses
plutonium sickness
begins to fall
metasticising the flesh
of one and all
human vermin hiding
in tunnels and caves
there are no sides
your jesus cant save
food is gone
only radioactive flesh
eat that or none
day of the vulture
is close at hand
behold the new culture
no law of this land.
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