…..kill, kill, kill; weak men stand still, unfounded peace seekers, seen as feeble mindedness that kneels, struggling with the fact have I been taught to heel. He yells chill, chill, chill; for those who don’t know, this is street terminology for remain calm, so I can set my bombs, the eye of the storm in nineteen fifty four Vietnam, you won’t hear the wind-chimes, we done dug holes and all of your positions are exposed, can’t be the shepherd if we can’t control our own land, need a bigger weapon than just calling your food bland, created the boom bap, when we needed the boom bam, but thanks to the power of our social mechanics, we stayed calm while others panicked, up against their biggest ships, but remember the titanic.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Up against three warmongers?!
It’s more than that, some operate from long distance
For sure. Long ago, between the Caspian & Black Seas......?!
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