Prime time

On a bright Monday morning the broadcast came on,
Annoucing the devil's wicked human spawn.
World War Three had begun with missiles in the air,
And humans thought no more of other cares.
Nukes exploded and refugees went to Mass,
Hoping for some truth to block out the blast.
Fear not, cried the priest, for God watches us all!
He loves us still despite this nuclear wrawl!
And perhaps this was comforting to some forelorn,
But God sat in Heaven, wide-eyed, munching popcorn.


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