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Nuclear War

Welcome to the sounds of the Division Bell On the highway to Nuclear Hell Fire up the Rocket's Sleep under your bed Politics are dead In foreign water's And parallel borders Where missiles land All is slight of underhand Commander in Chief What's the brief Mad dog's and glory Same old story No 1 wins Many die Money, Money, Money Money is the Honey The soldiers are the Bee's The weapons are the Queen's The Plane's are the Sting And the Hive and the Nest Provide the Bunkers Where the Finger Fires All to Death

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 9/4/2017 4:39:00 PM
I think you did more or less well here, though I believe you could have been a bit more poetic. It sounds much like prose in some places but the impact is scary. Thanks! Luis Estable
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Christopher Flaherty
Date: 9/4/2017 5:02:00 PM
Cheers Luis Thank you very much for your comment much appreciated

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