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Mar 2012
Dogs of war, guide my fleet
You'll see the end, but oh not me
I'm behind the smoke, I am shrapnel, I am deceit
You'll see the end whilst I stay free
Thousands of miles away, never truly known defeat
business is my business, money is all that I see

Wrap me in red tape, I'll find my way through
Give me something to exploit, I'll hunt it down
I am foreign policy, the military too
Third world village in my way? I'll bomb the whole town

Rebels or native government I don't give a ****
We'll take your things independent of if you'll give America's **** a ****
Socrates pities me, I am permanently a muck
I can't help you help me, your salvation is luck

Die now, little pawn, you're all why I made regressive taxes
We won't have to insure success in your future if it's been broken
Pay sweat from your brow, blood from your veins, there are no free passes
You're all unknown soldiers, I'll determine how history is spoken
Nathan Andrew Yuhas
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