I hear sounds in my head. It sounds like things breaking.
Flesh and bone and teeth.
I hear sounds of people making war on each other
and killing themselves in the street.
I make war from my table. I make war from my car.
I make war on my neighbor. I don't know who they are.
I make war with my cell phone. I make war with my thumbs.
It spreads like a virus. The killing will come when it comes.
When it comes.
When it comes.
When it comes.
Here it comes.
We blame presidents for wars and popes for religion.
They're born in the hearts of man.
Generals make fire rain down from the sky.
The fire was born in my hand.
We make war LOL.
We make war LOL.
We make war LOL.
Oh well.
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