When the buildings fall and crumble
and all is said and done
the cockaroaches will come out
to rule the world of none.
With tiny feelers pointed straight
they'll touch and taste the dust
and drink the water filled with rubble
and tinted red with rust.
Invincibly they'll roam the land
they'll skitter to and fro
invading all that men built up
and reaping what we sow.
1 comment:
I just pulled all of my money out of savings and splurged on a dirtbike and a shitload of coke.
Come the apocalypse, don't get caught with money in savings!
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