War Machine
Nocturnal hibernation
For a morning borne
Sun class
Fires the sleeping warthog
Prototype awake.
The cult of Eastern Star
Sleekly injects
Electrified dense thunderclouds
Into youth clad warriors
With tactical fornication,
Death instruments.
These super porters
Of inaccurate land roving,
Paint panic polluted
Side track smoke screens
Party line is to
Hail in veils
And march in masks
To a dead drummers' dream
Called on by a deceptive beat.
They only find peace
In poppy filled
And petroleum field
Blood baths.
For a morning borne
Sun class
Fires the sleeping warthog
Prototype awake.
The cult of Eastern Star
Sleekly injects
Electrified dense thunderclouds
Into youth clad warriors
With tactical fornication,
Death instruments.
These super porters
Of inaccurate land roving,
Paint panic polluted
Side track smoke screens
Party line is to
Hail in veils
And march in masks
To a dead drummers' dream
Called on by a deceptive beat.
They only find peace
In poppy filled
And petroleum field
Blood baths.
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