My words follow the drum
the drum of war
the drum of blood and death
marching to this drum they dream
blind to anything but being soldiers
no sainthood in their trails
no folded hands in prayer
not even any mercy
Am I the general then?
The Napoleon of murderous militia?
I know I am, gloating in my power
living the hypocrisy of nuclear letters
ready to detonate, ready to bomb
ready to rewrite history
ready for everything
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