Swarm of insects, the vectors of disease,
they’ll take advantage of decreased immunities!
Soon you’ll struggle to swallow your bread,
or, perhaps you’ll decide you’re better off dead!
It’s the doom of each successive generation
to be subjected to progressive degradation.
You’re the victims of nuclear radiation:
Mutation Meltdown consumes your population!
No better off with advanced technologies,
and distant worlds provide no sanctuaries.
Your peoples left their heyday far behind,
and now they’re dwindling – relief they cannot find!
Chaotic growth without end,
with nothing but to descend.
Abhorrent sorrows behold,
twisting in numb cold.
your wombs will nurse
the drivel of the universe –
a species with no sovereignty,
lacking own sense of identity.
Marooned and left to survive,
to burgeon in the mutant hive,
brains to fester and yearn –
solution they’ll never learn!
The clutch stagnates and decays –
666 torturous days.
Extinction Vortex draws you in –
Mutation Meltdown always will win!