giant stomp, romp hills

fast as fuck and hungry for cucks

guns sent up for towel covered blood

above top secret, silence

now the sound, death the only motion

around. Round and round

loops they flow

winded rivers straightened seem

secret of life, controlled

manufactured strife, presence of war

mistake, lessons learned

present and yore

repeated with purpose

kill kill kill

men, women, children, selves


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