The art of war
The broad brushstrokes of conflict paint a masterpiece of devastation
That bleeds and burns and rips the canvas
Leaving scars across the scorched earth
Horror and carnage as beauty
Peace as the ultimate obscenity
The downfall of all we cherish
Brought about by the viral spread of freedom

Awash in the fetid stench of decadence
Belligerence and arrogance masked as benevolence
Empires rise and fall but never last
Corrupted to their core
Their devious machinations hasten the fall of reason
Imperialistic dreams of conquest
Doomed to failure, doomed to repeat the past

Deceased and decomposed, the distrust of our leaders
The remnants of a skeptical populace replaced with obedience
When men become gods to those whose loyalty erases all fault

One hand washes the blood off the other
The blood of the innocent spilled in the name of this perversion of liberty
Where is the outrage? Our revolution?
Why do these crimes go unpunished?
Carving up the earth with impunity and feasting on the spoils
Why?
Asking why is treason, while the jingoistic answer comes so easily

All things have their end
Witness the end of dominion
When power rests on the edge of a sword
It's nothing more than sowing the seeds of violence and resentment
Waging a war on ideology, mired in futility

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