Charon’s Ride over Wasteland

Bloodstained scythes reaping
Rusty sickles harvesting
Charon spreading his wings
A triumphant eclipse kills the sun
That is old and pale
A soil that cannot feed its children anymore
Offspring made of clay
Perish like flies
Blinded and scorched like insects

Crushed parasites, hyaenas feast
Carrions rot under the hostile nuclear rays
On the once sacred nuclear ground
Where children of god defecated
Can you see the stretchmarks?

Similar to the ravaged cunt of an agеd whore
Abused for aeons
Waiting for thе nuclear fallout
Waiting for the atomic dawn

Aftermath in carrionland