Tremble you weaklings, cower in fear. I am your ruler of land, sea, and air. Immense in my girth, erect I stand tall , I am a nuclear murderer I am Polaris. Ready to pounce at the touch of a button, my system locked in on military gluttons. I rule land, sea, and air. I pass judgment on humanity, wind blows from the bowels of hell. Will we give warning? Only time will tell, Satan rears his ugly head, to spit into the wind. I spread disease like a dog, discharge my payload a mile high, rotten egg air of death wrestles your nostrils. Launch the Polaris, the end doesn't scare us. When will this cease? The warheads will all rust in peace, bomb shelters filled to the brim, survival such a silly whim. World leaders sell missiles cheap, your stomach turns, your flesh creeps. High priest of holocaust, fire from the sea, nuclear winter spreading disease. The day of final conflict, all pay the price, the Third World War rapes peace, takes life back to the start. Talk of the part when earth was cold as ice, total dismay as the sun passed away, and the days were black as night. Eradication of earths population loves Polaris.
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