This is Just A Drill

This is Just A Drill

A Poem by Apparition
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...don't be alarmed...

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 Subject : This is not a drill!

Posted Date: : Oct 6, 2008 12:21 AM
This is just a drill.
Don't be alarmed.
This is just a drill.
We wouldn't bring you harm.
"There is no danger!"
So says the stranger.
The strange deranged stranger,
Full of hate and anger.
A dynasty of death,
There's rhinestones in their breath.
Probably the same guys who flood the streets with pounds of meth.
They wear the crown in every town they enter,
They are tormentors.
They are inventors of the brainwashing technique,
That gets them to the place they're bent towards.

Don't you ever wonder why the media is feeding ya,
These scenes of death and bleeding.
Repeating and repeating,
And repeating.
They must have had a meeting.
And decided that the TV should be filled with guns and beatings.
The type of men who think that all is fair when they are cheating.
They say there's no defeating,
This New World Order.
Doesn't matter if you're a politician,
Judge or a reporter.
Doesn't matter if you have proof, 
On a video recorder.
They will blow your house up with a mortar.
And throw your a*s across the border.
Only with some ripped jeans,
A dollar and a quarter.
They will slaughter sons and daughters,
Just to get a little farther.
Their only downfall,
Is that they don't expect to see a martyr.

© 2009 Apparition


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i like it...great work...the part that i love most was "They are inventors of the brainwashing technique,
That gets them to the place they're bent towards." really true...

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Apparition
Apparition

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