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BLACK SABBATH

BLACK SABBATH

Last day on planet earth 
It’s a crash course in humanity 
The fire of stone and ice 
Oceans exploding onto the beaches 
Russia has launched it’s missiles 
The world is watching anxiously 
Boom crash it’s landed 
As humans rush for shelter - none 
For the nuclear threat has eventuated 
Into the sky fission 
As a silent dawn is waiting 
The television blasting the news 
THE END IS NIGH 
Night upon humanity 
So it is - 
Russia has caused world war 3 
Iran launches its own 
North Korea too 
Europe a mess 
USA under attack
Russia under fire 
The earth nuclear 
The earth nuclear 
The earth nuclear 

Day 2 
Day 3 
Day 4
Day 5
:
 Last day on planet earth 
                    Black 
     Sabbath 

               
                

 

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Tony Taylor

Dude!!..... way to surf the apocalypse poetically my friend...... especially like that most creative ending!!...... high fives!!.......ALL STARS!!.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo

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Jai Masters

Thank you Tony
? it’s bad news 
nuclear ?
black &
  ugly 
    Appreciated 
pray ...
luv from Jai:)) 

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