The tinest little worms crawl along the ground

Their bodies slimy and slick

Their bodies thin and wrinkled

Glowing a radioactive green

Leaving a trail of goo behind

Their bodies huddled togther

Turningthemintoaglowingmass

They bunchup and r e l e a s e their bodies to slither along the ground

They release sharo cries for our every breath

A shrill squeak that lakes out ears bleed

And as they slither along

They leave a great big mark

The world turns grey and everything falls

For despite their little size

The smallest things often cause the greatest damage