The eventual destruction of the world

                      ROW UPON ROW



Row upon row the crosses grow,as battles take their toll

And people will cry when young men die for a reason nobody knows

Except when they fall there is only one call,it's for their wife or mother

When they are facing death with their last dying breath

They cry, "Oh please,please tell her I love her."



Row upon Row the cemetries grow, across the distance lands

For ruined cities their is no pity for the dead under brutal hands

Except when they fall there is only one call, for a God they really don't know

And they march in step with the stench of death,with strangers they call the foe.



Row upon row the tents they grow,for the families without a home

And mothers cry when children die and the aged are all alone

Dictators will fight for power and might and vie with God for the glory

But the devil's their friend right to the end, their religon will carry the story





Row upon row, the bombs will grow,along with the crosses and tents

And so it should for everyone's good,so say the technically bent.

It's for the best as we need to test the weapons of mass destruction,

then the world will die in the blink of an eye and the environment will cease to function