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As Daddy Told You To
 
God look at them fly over head
my sweet babies
each one of them
as tough as me

This sweet call to arms
this our wondrous war
two land next to me
and ask what do you wish my Lord

I tell them to storm the high place
tear them to bits
make the best of it
so only feathers fly

Destroy them all
spite in their faces
and give me his head
to put my warrior boots on

Oh yes build that f88king temple
so a can place his head on it
go my elite
smite and destroy as daddy told you to


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

 

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