
A-Bomb Bules
by I Exist· from I: A Turn For The Worse
Holocaust winter it shadows the sun. Mother wolf run home, nuture your cubs. As the breeze thickens, sets darkness to sky. Better hope that the good rum is in plenty supply. Stalagmite, Stalactite litter the floor. Of forests that dont exist anymore. Jack frost has taken the life from the trees. And leaves behind a sick chilling breeze. Splitting the living to fur on their backs. Wiping out species and covering tracks. Nothing can grow in such infertile soil. Sun is arising on primitive world. A journey to mountains of staggering height. In search of a fading ultra violet light . From green sapling, still untouched by man. Comes baron and empty merciless wastelands. Rules of the British kept allies in check. Back from the days of old. For every ship foreign, another two, only ever beat them tenfold. Mass destruction dont come easy. Take on the others, others in full, nothing but all out war. Destroy the earth. Destroy the sea. Goodbye my world. We've been displaced. We've drunk our woes. Rats we become. Rats we shall die. Inbred is man. Traits will decide. Hide yourself away. From the midnight wolf. Leave before they prey. And catch out hooves. You got to watch the wolves. Hide yourself away. Before its too late. History I bid you adieu I got to get out of this place. I gotta leave now baby. Make the journey to outerspace. Searching through the galaxy. For a place to land. Well i'm sorry i'm leaving girl I know you'll understand.