Noah drowned

The warm soothing feeling

Of whisky laden blood

A numb fuzzy sentiment

Who bothers about the flood?

He drowned, you know

It was his fate

No saviour around

No-one at his gate

Waiting to wave a friendly hello

No-one as his cornerstone

Just the taste of vomit from below.

The warm soothing feeling

Of a laden missile scud

A numb emotionless feeling

Drained of all lifeblood.

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