Piles of dead after the nuclear death
Darkened sky, it's your fate to rot and die
Radioactive ground
On the body lots of wounds
Did you survive but now you have to die
There's no food, first sign of your doom
There's no work, all effaced by the war
Around is cold, there's not even a soup
Human skeletons ridden of the soul
Dying mutants walking down the streets
Oozing infections appearing on the skin
Staggering zombies screaming for the pain
Rotting persons, corpses with no name
Putrefaction, stink of putrefaction
All those corpses lying in the streets
Decomposition, corpse decomposition
Infestation, hell of thermonuclear infestation

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