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Missile Frenzy
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Return When the grey smoke clears
and I've lost all my fears
the explosions echoing silent
I'll pop out of my trench
broken bones all blood drenched
remembering why my minds' rent.
I'll reload my stolen gun
gaze through a blackened sun
and trek through no mans land
where the children have fallen
machine guns done their maulin
peeling off my slavers' brand.
I dont know what I fight for
at the end I'll remain poor
enriched only be my nightmares
these eyes refuse to close
as the acrid wind blows
whispering not to fight fair.
As the grey fog creeps
a robotic arial fleet
is summoned from the haze
their eyes all rain death
stealing away ragged breaths
to rule the future's coming days.
