Moscow Death Brigade
Collateral Murder
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W for a worm in your head that wants you dead
A for Ambitions, R for Rip and Tear
Together reads WAR and it brings you dread
Big bad bets that you will get pumped full of lead
A brief synopsis of a “first world” diplomacy
A comprehensive guide to foreign policy
Start with a check - dollars or Swiss Francs ?
And a shipping manifesto for three hundred tanks
Shut down the water, legalize murder, special orders
Private military tactical security enforcers
Privatize oil lines, radicalize locals
Report to POTUS, EVAC back across the borders
Radicalized locals start falling out of line
Localized political disputes end in genocide
Brush off reporters, deny all knowledge
Reality TV, morning commute, IKEA trip and mortgage
The next big player arrives shortly on the scene
Carpet bomb that shit clean, to Kingdom-come
Unite the tribes, sell high, buy low
High risk portfolio on a third world civil war
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Ministries of defense, national banks, tyrants
Military industrial complex Giants
Everyone gets a piece of the pie
Except the kid with a gun lying in a ditch dying
Combined they could finish the war on radicals and monsters
Not colluding to prolong the military efforts for as long
As governments, economies, game makers extract profit ripe for the taking
Not just a man living in a high Castle
The cast of untouchables with masses of vassals
War’s end consumer is an ordinary citizen
Disposable income is up - forgets easily then
Boosts in economy are backed by war spending
Bold defense budgets are backed by bond lenders
Populist candidates are using code standards
Nothing is random, old trends - time to end them
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Another land to pillage, drop a barrage on their village
“Good” or “bad” president, hell bent on killing children
Complain about the people running to your country?
Then don't support your government bombing them to the ground, man
You better do the math, we put it to the max
Small brain, big mouth, die out like a T-Rex
They deny the facts, lying to your kind. Who’s next?
Circulating parts of text taken out of context
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