We happened on the enemy
Can we destroy them all
their structures their bodies sending them
to oblivion? dying and appalled
My aim was true
when I threw the grenade
No truce we swore
here we are appeasing
Like unpaid whores
our salacious teasing
My aim was true
The bomb burst excitement
Here bargaining to make it even
with enemies we see as demons
this process of false respect
If we could just burn it down
Throwing ourselves into a future
where we would fly into fragments
The dogs and bats flee making tracks
with pigeons and rats still clinging to their backs
and smoke like vision sees us waiting for death
infront of long high fences we are pests
if we could just admit by pulling the pin
This is the future we cooked and coveted
embodying the pride we once fussed over
That caged us in and marinated us all over
For the well aimed bullet's art
it's destiny our heart
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