posted on Oct, 13 2011 @ 07:06 AM
Too many mad men, none of them sane.
They got their fingers on the buttons again.
Billowing mushroom clouds and blinded eyes.
Billions of human souls in passion flight.
Fanatic leaders, all of them blind.
Forcing their foolish dreams on all of mankind.
They talk in circles, they feed us lies.
Their main concern is that everyone dies.
One thousand nations, each facing rivals.
There is no guarantee of human survival.
As everyone is talking, in different tongues.
All they are going to do is darken the sun.
But there are no lone survivors.
There are no chosen few.
I hope you know the score now people.
Cause it’s all up to me and you.
Cherub Baby 2011 4:00 AM Oct 13