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A bunker built in my backyard

This is the project I will start

To survive the end of the world - ahead

Guns and ammo stacks I'll need

Cans and noodles and some weed

I will hoard - and you will be dead

You always laughed at me

Called me crackpot, called me crazy

Now you will see how wrong you were

I stay here safe and sound

In my castle - my compound

And you will beg me to let you in.

You did never listen, when I warned your lazy ass

Society will fall apart - and I will rise above this mess

Cause I'm prepared - I've seen the signs - I am a prophet - really smart

My stable genius will survive - that hell on earth about to start

Now have you heard the news

The end is coming - get the blues

Now you will see how right I was

No time left anymore

The world is rotten to its core

And I will watch and win this war

And now this virus came, threatening my well prepped ass

Yet society stood strong - and you can't just shoot to solve this mess

I felt prepared - where are the signs - I'm no prophet - felt so smart

Now I lost my job, got no health care, yet an amory that is as useful as a wet fart