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no point waiting

no point waiting


The ugly head of the pestilence
has risen its head in New Zealand
so, go and by a white sheet covering your body
go to the nearest cemetery and wait.
Whether children go to school or not are of little
and the white smoke from factories
a defiant scream on the oncoming.
Humanity has finally met its match in the destruction
what took us 200 hundred years
the pest can do in two a couple of weeks.
Throw away the face mask mingle with thee sweaty people
people on the dance floor.
Run naked through the town, roll in the sewers
it makes no difference we are doomed.
A pity about the dogs we leave behind they are too weak
surviving in the insane the jungle the world has become.
Written by oskar
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