World War A

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You think you’re                                          Ready
For me,
Cannons and riffles and knives;
I’m a war machine
Eyes like an atom bomb
I breath Agent Orange
My grenade heart
Pumps mustard gas.

You’re a nation
I’m just a colony
Corrupt and corroded
All I want is for you
Not bother me
But your sights are                                       Set
And you’re fighting to win
Now, which belligerent won?
Was it America or Great Britain?

I have my methods
My tactics and my wisdom
My head’s a battlefield
Where’s you head?
Against some boy again?
You may be the Winter Queen
But how trivial is cold,
When war is made of fire?
And trust me,
I’m full of                                                        Fire.