Daftly Cheap
Suicide
on
a
Genocide
of
Explosive
Mercenaries
Sent
for
Guerrilla
Warfare.
Who?
Mother-Fucker;
Who?
Me?
You?
As
you
slumber,
wide
eyes
shut.
Subspace,
reality
sets
upon
Gates
of
a
Germ
infested
Cybernetic
Nanobyte
Circuit
Board.
Such
as
a
Chess
Game
created
as
a
distraction
as
Mines
go
through
Children
Hunting
for
Diamonds.
Nationalities
destroyed
by
the
Breadbasket;
New
World
Order.
Resting
of
Siestas
no
longer
exist
in
this
Free
Flow
Thought
of
the
Mind.
That
slight
of
hand
does
not
fool
me
as
I
watch
Immunizations
cause
Pandemics
across
the
land.
Financial
ruins
as
the
cold
War
remains
at
hand
with
Mushroom
Clouds
that
never
left
over
the
Dragons
Resting
Back.
His
memory
not
lax
as
Blood
shall
spill
in
many
Networks;
Lands.
Slumber
in
a
cybernetic
Addicted
society;
become
daftly
Cheap.
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