The Devil’s Corps
War is hell and more
rumors and lies galore
angry steel and the fire’s roar
homes in rubble, blood on the floor
pain, sorrow, death and a soul-deep sore.
There’s nothing as evil as war.
Those who throw open its door
wear titles we can’t ignore,
own prestige we’re taught to adore
and ooze charm like a penthouse whore.
We know who they’re working for.
System Humanity 
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