Staring at an enormous cross
Standing in front of a burnt shrine
A preacher comes from the steeple
And blood falls from the sky
Why!
The priest is walking closer
With his arms out wide
Father will we die
The minister has no eyes
Paralyzed in fear!
Radiation. Mass cremation. Obliviation.
Infected skin. Burns within. Nuclear sin.
The bomb has blown the world away
Only mutants can remain
No food for those that have survived
Why am I still alive!
More of them behind the priest
I know they smell fresh meat
God and I know it's me they will eat
So I wait for them to begin the feast
Amen!