For all ye men
I am yer bane
I slay and then
I shave yer mane.
I live off death
And harvest rubble
With weed and meth
I cause yer trouble.
The sun has died
And gone to rest
But in the night
I count me blessed.
For deserts howl
And rivers roar
This cloaking cowl
Will hide me no more.
But I'm the scum
Of the blasted earth
No kingdom'll come
There ain't no more birth.
The Fallout of the world inspired me. I hope things won't come to this.
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