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[aid] => mick
[title] => War Criminal
[time] => 2004-03-26 04:33:58
[hometext] => This is the most violent poem I ever wrote. I didn't want to post it at first, but after a Canadian news program made a report about us beating detainees in Guantanamo Bay, I got tired of trying to convince people I'm not a babykiller.
[bodytext] => Hey, Hey George W B, How many lives did you give to me? Shattered and broken Their whole lives stolen Right before their very eyes Mom’s bleeding between her thighs But the bleeding don’t cover up her crying Her tears keep spilling, the blood keeps flowing How many more villages will I kill? As long as there is another village left standing still The civilians here hate me For their pain, I’m proud they claim me! Because I’m a cold blooded murderer I kill anyone I choose ***** the orders, I kill whoever I ain’t got nothing to lose! War Criminal, baby, the silent one The one who lost it, who should’ve been done But my orders were extended Another six months to spend in this nation I'm a War Criminal You know it's true And if you don't like it I'll kill you too I don’t believe in freedom I believe in putting a bullet in your dome Your children are crying-sweet music to my ears Right before in their shirts I tear Another bullet hole to a 3-year old chest Too bad he didn’t have a Kevlar vest In kiddie size, XXX small Surprised they don’t sell them at your local mall ‘Cause as long as I’ll be here they’ll need to wear them to school Even get them in colors, so the kids think it’s cool But even with their body armor I can just get closer My rifle butt in their head 2 hits and they wind up dead 1 hit and they go unconscious It’s obvious I have no conscience An unlawful order? No, not even an order I kill just because I have overactive bloodlust I am, whatever you say I am. I am this, because you say I am. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 59 [informant] => DJ_The_Young_Grasshopper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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