Oh What Games They Play
OH HAT GAMES THEY PLAY...
What strange webs they weave
Like black widows lacing
Silk dreams of ecstasy
Wooing victims with deceit
Netted in a wicked mesh
Of woven lies
Waging war
In the name of God and Peace:
Bullets and bombs exploding
in orgasmic death.
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