| Desert screams on plains of doom
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| Your mind will snap beyond the dunes
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| A village ahead, the stench of disease
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| Nauseating wasteland, distorted dead trees
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| One eyed vultures feeding
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| On twisted malformed prey
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| Are these hallucinations
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| In this place of foul decay?
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| An image in shadows, radiation diseased
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| A figure of sickness, no eyes, nose or teeth
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| You see it comes forward, you freeze up with fear
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| The horror’s upon you as others appear
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| One eyed vultures feeding
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| On twisted malformed prey
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| Are these hallucinations
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| In this place of foul decay
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| An array of the nuclear deformed
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| Cursed with plague
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| With wounds they are adorned
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| A vision of hell, their food you will become
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| Cannibals beneath a sickened sun
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| Mental lapse, this nightmare can’t be real
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| Sanity cracked, your brain will not be healed
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| Your dried up scream makes not a sound
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| Their hunger is upon you now
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| Horrific limbs and faces twist
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| Your throat is slashed, cease to exist |