Art of War
Blood splattered the scenery and flowed down a wretched canvas
Artilery disloged the beauty of the plains that stretcehd through kansas
All set on a background of rockets and explosions, twisiting emotions
Grey blended into the sky mixing the colors pain and devotion such a commotion
A world at erosion corpses paint the hills on which capital was instilled
Prophecys fufilled as atrocities build, all peace is slowly distilled
Innoncent killed revolutionize techniques, souls speak bringing life to a dead brush
In some type of a dread lust the world is drowned in a severe head rush
Watch the blood glush bleed into the easel against lifves approval
The enviroment dissallusional to try and stop this masterpice is simply futile
A rebuttal seems to subtle bystanders just watch as the portrait settles
Strokes form pretzels to trace the paths of hurling metal hardly gentle
No pencils all effects premently etched in a time line of destruction
The seduction of this creation is enough to tempt human production
We can hardly function at suction of a corporate system corrupted
A revival interupted by a constitutional that seems to lie abrupted
All hope is slowly deducted by a government mistrusted in safe keeping
Women and chilldren remain with little fate weeping
And in the center there is a soldier in tears he had no idea what was in store
It is nothing hes ever witnessed before a man lost in the art of war
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Akeem DA Dream
Main cause of Insomniacs
They afraid to go to sleep