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Originally Posted by radmelon
Apocalypse pie, apocalypse pie, when I get some you're all going to die...
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Slimy eyes and children's skin,
bloody entrails poured right in.
Toss the hair, grind the bones,
ignoring all the 'gredients moans.
Apocalypse pie, apocalypse pie,
when it's made you're going to die.
Don't you fret: have a slice,
I'll leave you to your own device.
Fold the screams in the dough,
made for those who wait below
scorch and blast, super heat,
to quiet the hunger of the meat.
Apocalypse pie, apocalypse pie,
when it's made you're going to die.
Don't resist: have a clue,
Once made there's nothing you can do.
Best to eat when it's raw,
lest it take you in it's maw.
Laced with pain, filled with hurts.
The world ending is just desserts.
Apocalypse pie, apocalypse pie,
when it's made you're going to die.
Don't you scream: show dismay,
It was meant to happen this way.