Knotted prospectus,
calculated till separation—
yet a contract of love.

A ring, a bouquet, a ball gown,
but never a glass-slipper tale.

Measured like stocks—
bear and bull take the seat,
business as proposal,
merchandising scheme.

A gamble of
profitable shares,
or stressful affair.

Remember they're monsters

Not just in theory, but really

It's no longer about the evidence

(If it ever was...)

But a call to collusion

They want you silent

Unless you recite after them

So they can write papers

On pipe dreams

Peace comes with surrender or destruction
Peace comes with restraint by greater powers
Powers ordained from on high for peace

But cowardly harlots wooing kings for profits
That such powers now impotent and abused
The heavenly decree profaned and corrupted

Peace is at an end, peace no more on earth
So too goodwill and favour abrogated
And judgements come, the book of life closed

We will burn you.

Your belly is full of power
That is not yours
The collective charge of a millennia of silenced people

Your greed is a starving parasite
In an empty carcass

Today she is rewarded with a diagnosis for her insight
Tomorrow he is fitted with a muzzle for his tenderness

We will burn you.

Rev Pea
It's all about the features and benefits
Make a product which will benefit
The users satisfaction oh yes
An aeroplane that delivers
All promised things and more
This one they got right
Even if it's costly beyond compare

For a century it'll reap profits
Make them rich beyond realms
Not to mention the next one
More capable more costly
More profits more sold
Lockheed did this right
No revenue in peace

Peace Profit
Made in a country near you
Things to do a job
What type of job?

To heal to **** to create to destroy
All in the ACME factory
Ready steady go get to work!
Fulfil your shift

Do your quota
Finish the order yesterday
There's much work to be done

You busy little bees
Make the fat boss rich
Capitalist wage slaves
Even the commies are the same

Make some more do the work
Enrich the rich you ******
There's no profit in laziness or peace
We are all environmental commodities

Shed No tears
There we go the same thing all over again
More of the same nothing changes
But the location and date
Death is death
Killing is killing
War profit is war profit
Way it goes from Napoleon to now
The dollar amount increases
Making the fat cats fatter
Their bank accounts rise to God
This will never ever end
Like the Alien films
They rule and own all things
Not even aliens can stop this
War is big business
And death is death
Shed no tears...

Big bucks being made/weapons sales contracts, slush fund/death big business