A Helping Hand

There were days where a hand would lend help, Today during the nightfall all there was bleeding clumps of skin and human kelp, The human kelp was scattered by the man-made meteorites of radiation, Than the thirst for water there exists a barfing generation, No more dichotomies between acid and rain, Looks like they shook their hands and brought billions of boiling corrosive grain, All turn yellow painfully, And for the devil this is the best game playfully, The ceiling falls like a black and diced avalanche, And endlessly everyone becomes the Monnier heir with the physique of Blanche, Even my past managed to make the breakfast beforehand, Now I cant eat anything with anyone's hand. Free Palestine!!! Free Palestine!!! Free Palestine!!! Free Palestine!!!