Conquest

Bombs are falling from the sky
everybody's gonna die
burned up bodies really stanks
number one our country ranks

shoot the people with our planes
let them die with bloody pains
blast them with armored tanks
loot their cities and there banks

destroy the coast with our ships
beat the prisoners with our whips
beat them with our genes{could not read what was there, I think this is close}
go to war and see who reigns

what does killing really show
to what extent does war go
what do people think they'll prove
a weird society we do've
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