Bombs

It's almost impossible to know

when and where your bombs

will drop

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I will go out to see what

you have destroyed today

people, innocence, reputations

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I know you won't leave

anything to waste

everything should be against you

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Anything that could be saved

will be destroyed

by your missiles

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But it is all the same to me

for I have gone

to another place

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Your engineers have all gathered

to make plans for another attack

launching missiles away

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I can't even count them

for you have so many of them

flying and spreading

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And they will be looking

for a target to destroy

to satisfy your thirst

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I will be protecting myself

with my new smile

my new disguise

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A new suit

made of metal

that has grown inside me

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I will be protected

from your blast radius

your words full of radiation

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Your poison that spreads

it's all the same to me

where ever you go to cause rot

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I know you are looking

for a new general

I hope he serves you right

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Destroying groups, places, and personalities

I don't wish him wrong

I hope they make a statue of him

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To represent the malice

the conniving of your

nasty posinous fictional bombs

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By Bazooka Teaches