| The skies grew black in Richmond
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| The clouds came suddenly, in thunderous wakes the herald of slaughter
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| An oblong hole a mile long
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| A portal to nowhere? |
| Or perhaps a portal to putrescent party-foul
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| Water spills forth, billions of tons, out from the sky, people running for
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| their lives
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| Drowning in fear, sickening stench, unable to breathe bong water, beer, and piss
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| Water spills forth, billions of tons, out from the sky, dead bodies floating
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| open-eyed
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| Drowning in fear, sickening stench, unable to breathe bong water, beer, and piss
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| Bongwaterlogged corpses floating
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| Twisted dead faces are bloating
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| Gross
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| Senselessly submerged
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| Sick
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| Mummies reemerge
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| Contaminated mass of murdered funky-smelling zombies murmur
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| Objections to their new form
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| And other bodies bob above the lurid sea of gruesome gore
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| Victims of resin storms
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| Shuddersome, the mutants come in droves they swim through weed-like scum
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| Fluids used to transform
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| Flesh turned green like some bad dream, aquatic beasts and fearsome fiends
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| Water spills forth, billions of tons, out from the sky, people running for
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| their lives
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| Drowning in fear, sickening stench, unable to breathe bong water, beer, and piss
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| Water spills forth, gajillions of tons, out from the sky, dead bodies floating
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| open-eyed
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| As mutants some survive, even then not alive
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| Human life to deprive, liquids are pushed inside
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| Mummified in bong water |