sparkle_jez
Ex-Bluelighter
- Joined
- Sep 18, 2003
- Messages
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Dreams of a Nuclear Holocaust
This is my own little Stalingrad,
Where I pray for a blinding white flash,
The purest of lights,
Where everything turns to dust,
(Our mess is purified)
Spread to the four corners;
No more happiness,
But no more decay,
Safe in the knowledge,
That it is the end of everything,
Our ultimate self-destruction
....Our destiny fulfilled
This is my own little Stalingrad,
Where I pray for a blinding white flash,
The purest of lights,
Where everything turns to dust,
(Our mess is purified)
Spread to the four corners;
No more happiness,
But no more decay,
Safe in the knowledge,
That it is the end of everything,
Our ultimate self-destruction
....Our destiny fulfilled
