Disciples of death who profit from war
Death and sickened, weak and poor
Upon the throne,
They watch tradegy unfold
Nations of hate
Fighting for everything
Chemical, biological unethical
What have they become
Global elites pushing the tides
Sinking lower, water over head
Rising into their beds
Can't they shut it off
When they're done
I will see you there
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
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