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Industrious

Who would have thought that so much money could be made from humans killing humans And how ingenuity could be harnessed to the industrious fabrication of weapons The unconscionable necessities of profit design the shrapnels politics Who would have thought that so much luxury could be bought from humans killing humans Pitiful deluded patriots of weaponry so worship the anti-life money But in the festoon of lacerated death target genocide on the innocent Bitter salt to those so easily encouraged filling bank accounts with their marching corpses Count the coins by bloodied liters weapons dealers are never soldiers And who would have thought that so many humans could be brought to serve the armories of weapons industries

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