Unnatural smiles played by emotions,
the look that fools all the generations,
everyone is turning into an enemy!
The art of war in a modern army.
I imagine that ruled by weak overlords,
leading innovation and imitation by others,
otherwise discussing the rights and wrongs,
they want to be able to finance them wars.
They do harm, either they fear or they hate? !
But seeking refuge of their materialistic lust,
the police got a glock so they cut off welfare,
monstrosities of man take a look in the mirror.
The queen’s crooked troops without mercy,
war produces thieves and peace hangs them.
“Warfare” BBC reports leading astray,
a psychological crime that might betray.
Hollywood visions, who tries to keep it true?
Take a long breath regain some composure,
believing themselves to be faced with a choice,
beating out of control, decadence and ignorance.
Sky is the limit in order to wage war with our God.
The silence cries, whatever they react back they get,
systematised the tough realities of Machiavelli,
figure it out, a ruling elite Inspired by the Devil.
The disbeliever chase and blameworthy love!
A version of events and tirades of abuse.
The strength of the foundations is evident,
the modern world, another from the ancient.
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