a song thingy
the end is here
only a hundred years
who do we blame what do we do?
i dont know i dont know
i say stop your bitchin you can save yourselves
stop polluting the world
as they scream **** you i run
into my land
as the time passes the ice melts
and i think thtas what they get
as the coastline recedes and cancers come
from are angry sun
i sit back and watch as the world turns to dust
and thought only if they listened
now all i have left is the rust on my wtach
bomb struck today saw my skin melt away as the last of them fell to the ground the ground crumbled away and the politicians wondered why
as i stared down at them from my perch they screamed as finally the end came
as four riders appeared on the dawn they spread their wrath and said what
the **** have you done,
as the politicians pleaded i laughed as my bones broke away
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.
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