The world will end
When its saviour will no longer
Be expected
Now the beginning is here
Man marries man
Woman takes a nuptial vow with woman
Tell me
Where will procreation come from?
Terrorists have come
To conquer the world
Which citizens they daily decimate
But a piece of yam sliced
And stored in a mound
Will rot and sprout to bring
A new yam
Yes the world will end.
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