Weapons of Mass Destruction

by

Chan Mongol

You all planted weapons of mass destruction
To hate and kill each other, to fight against peace,
How dare you used black magic to be popular
To remember you, was your hypno and teach!

The mind power you got was more what Satan got
Did you win, finalized slave-solders till the last day,
Wao, what a definition of democracy, for fight, kill
For hunger, for Friday, Saterday, and Sunday!

How come you can't cry to your "Almighty-nothing"
To stop the wrong doers to protect any dying human,
How come you don't come back with your God
To jump and save from bomb, bullet, machine gun!

You guys lied, promised a lot and I know why
To remain loyal, to faith on you, to uphold your fame,
In that Satanic satisfaction you all enslaved us
Not God but you rule on us, we die in your name.

I said what I said, What you gonna do to me
I know, you are dead ducks, powerless incapable,
I am not scared, I know death comes to all
But because of you, peace was never available.

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