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My Lullaby
« on: February 20, 2016, 01:02:07 PM »
Sleep, my little neocon. Let your dreams take wing.
One day when you're big and strong, you will kill Al-Singh!

I've been exiled, persecuted, left alone with no defense.
When I think of what Bin Laden did, I get a little tense.

But I dream a dream so pretty, that I don't feel so depressed.
'Cause it soothes my inner Templar, and it helps me get some rest.

The sound of Saddam's dying gasp; his supporters squealing in our grasp;
his sympathizers' mournful cry; that's my lullaby!

Vietnam I've tried forgetting, and the banks I could forgive.
Trouble is I know it's petty because I hate to let them live.

So we'll find ourselves somebody who'll chase Putin up a tree.
Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of work's for me.

The melody of M1 growls; a counterpoint of painful howls;
a symphony of death, oh my! That's my lullaby!

Kristol's gone...but Wolfowitz is still around to guide this little lad...

...'Til he grows to be a KILLER...with a lust for being bad!

The pounding of the drums of war! The thrill of F-22's as they soar!
The joy of vengeance, testify! That's my lullaby!

I can hear the cheering. Payback time is nearing.
And then our flag will fly against a blood-red sky that's my lullaby!
« Last Edit: February 05, 2017, 11:54:03 AM by Darchind »
"Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners saints; as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'cause I'm in need of some restraint! So if you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, and have some taste. Use all your well-learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste."