The Irradiated Man

 

He’s got numbers in his eyes,

And he’s pale as Hell.

He was made by man,

And He’s the reason man fell.

 The sun is black,

The sky is gray.

 He looks up into the sky,

And blocks out the light of day.

 The Mechanical Man,

So cold and unkind.

 He soaks up radiation,

Though it affects not his mind.

 Day after day,

Being hit by the rays.

 They irradiate his being,

But his soul not to phase.

The End

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