The earth slowly rots into a malignant tumor, 
Breeding no life for the future of the world 
In wake of a nuclear war bodies rise from the fractured and [bad word] fields of abandonment. 
Their bodies and faces mutated and disfigured, 
Still breathing through their brimful lungs 
They limp and crawl across [bad word] they once claimed on a leisurely ongoing march. 
Their flesh still burns, the skin blackens 
And embers into the dimming air.