APOCALYPSEA Poem by MacAll was well on the surface of the earth Men got death and children got birth The countries were all of slavery free There was a million cutting down of trees
Suddenly the wind blew in a gust People started to make a fuss It rained, it stormed, fucked was the weather Lava spew out, all of this together
All of this together, came to rise up Engulfing everyone in its gulp Man should have left earth alone Because now it rots with a rusty moan. © 2013 Mac |
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