| Dad: Well sweetheart for your sake I hope it’ll all be peaches & cream.
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| But I’m afraid the end time is near. |
| The cataclysmic apocalypse referred to in
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| the scriptures of every holy book known to mankind. |
| It will be an era fraught
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| with boundless greed & corruption where global monetary systems disintegrate
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| leaving brother to kill brother for a grain of over cooked rice
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| The nations of the civilised world will collapse under the impressive weight of
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| parasitic political conspiracies which remove all hope & optimism from their
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| once faithful citizens. |
| Around the globe, generations of polluters will be
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| punished for their sins. |
| Unshielded by the O-zone they have successfully
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| depleted, left to bake in the searing naked rays of light
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| Wholesale assassinations served to destabilise every remaining government,
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| leaving the starving & wicked to fend For themselves. |
| Bloodthirsty renegade
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| cyborgs created by tax dodging corporations reek havoc. |
| Pissed off androids
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| tired of being slaves to a godless & gutless system, where the rich get richer
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| & the poor get fucked over and out, unleash total world wide destruction by
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| means of nuclear holocaust, annihilating the terrified masses, leaving in its
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| Torturous wake nothing but vicious, cannibalistic, mutating, radiating,
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| and horribly disfigured hordes of satanic killers, begged on revenge,
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| but against whom? |
| There are so few left alive
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| Starvation reins supreme, forcing unlucky survivors to eat anything & anyone in
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| their path. |
| Massive earthquakes crack the planets crust like a hollow egg shell,
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| causing unending volcanic eruptions. |
| Creatures of the seven seas Unable to
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| escape the certain death upon land, boil in their liquid prison
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| Disease then circles the earth, plagues & viruses with no known cause or cure
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| laying waste to whatever draws breath, and human-kind having proven itself to
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| be nothing more than a race of ruthless scavengers, fall victim to merciless
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| attacks at the hands of interplanetary alien tribes who seek to conquer our
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| charred remains
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| This is Extinction Level Event
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| The Final World Front. |
| And there is Only, One, Year, Left
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| Little Girl: Wow, that’s cool, I can’t hardly wait!
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| Dad: You don’t have to, because here it is…(echoes out) |