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War is the art of making a withdrawal at the bank With checks written in the blood of patriots Spending lives Without a care or whim Sacrificing body and soul Life and limb To justify a means to an end The most vicious of my troops I send To pillage a loot Your cries of peace are moot Its truly a tragic scene For the continued slaughter Of the fleshy targets Of everyone’s daughter I surrender myself As a modern-day martyr This is what I do I destroy them For you Point, aim, click And they explode on cue Delivered death Retriever of your continued breath Until there is nothing left The charred carcass I heft To be tossed to the pile Stacked deep by the mile Offering a wicked smile To intimidate My target of late The reaper of souls Would like a date Not picky Of your attire Or where to eat Just where to hang you by your feet So you swing to the beat Of the ratty tat tat And the boom boom gloom It’s a buffet of mayhem and doom Your dance partners Wear a pin and a spoon Pull aim and throw Watch the flesh Separate and blow Meat and greet A disgusting show Yes its quite fun Fooling the simple Almost satisfying Like popping a pimple But more fascinating To watch the meek Struggle like sheep Taking orders for death How would you like it prepared? Well done, medium or rare? How about vile and unfair Without a care Doing everything I dare Laying the insanity of humanity Bare For all to share In 1080p For all to see Or possibly 4K To taste the flavor of the day Bright and vivid So you can get good and livid And cry out WHY? Do so many have to die? A fair question to be sure And I do concur But humanity has it’s lure It’s a hook Its a crave To control others By filling the grave Of the willing To do the killing Because they were told By the rich and old If they win We fold Were sold They will break our mold And end up cold It’s truly a rotten game This thing called war It should be called The nothing of evermore Nothing Ever Becomes More Eric (and sometimes not)
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