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Warheads being dropped

All around the globe,

In many different wars

And what’s the fucking cause,

Territory, wealth and power

Those who have it want control,

So they use their fucking warheads

Because they don’t have any souls,

The killing of the innocent

Regardless of colour,faith or class,

And in their sanctums of destruction

All these people do is fucking laugh,

Sipping on their whiskey drinks

Their warheads blow the world apart,

And with every warhead dropped

Their wealth grows another bit,

Because the monsters of the arms trade

Care nothing about life, they don’t give a shit,

And that’s they very bottom line

Our lives do mean a thing to them,

So you can never convince me

Those who make warheads are human,

They are simply just brutal monsters

That represents  a plague upon mankind,

Who needs to be eradicated by a system change

So that our humanity can finally be saved,

But the time is running out.