Theory Of Recruiting
Sons of bitches
Were born
With hearts of stone,
Cherishing this stone
All their life.
Children of
Sons of bitches
Were born
With hearts of grenade,
In order to
Blow to pieces
Everything,
And to leave as a message for their descendants –
Entrails
(still smoking entrails)
Of sons of bitches.
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