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Is the taste of hatred bitter ? a poem

Updated on November 2, 2014

Ah but your quest for glory your dream
world of misconstrued elation
how did it feel to exterminate the children of nation
after nation after nation

oh but yours was a glorious cause that
of your hero your mentor your god
all you needed was a cause for effect
the father of a nation gives you his nod

But you .......you don't even have to wash
the blood from your hands
nor leave these peace filled shores
to fight in other lands

All you have to do is raise the ghosts
of a sickening flags
And fall onto the whores of ghost nazis
with tattoos beneath your rags

Your offspring could never survive without glorifying
the likes of empty listless souls
But march on you bastards there will come
a reckoning among your rolls

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