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I'm a proponent of war

I'm a dealer in blood

destruction is in store

reminiscent of the Lords flood

I'm on a fools errand

I'm a man of folly

feel the heat of the Devil's stare

yet I just keep on crawling

I'll take this life, ten others may live

their names are falling away

so many holes in my brain like a sieve

I shouldn't have done so much ecstasy

fire and smoke, even some acid rain

I thrive in my fatigues

even though my name isnt Cain

I'll stomp out your seed.

Riding across desert sands

staring through the mountains

I'm the Reaper's favorite man

for the kills I am a-countin

I gladly do for what I get paid

but not an iota more

for when I'm old and memories fade

I know whats next in store

but I get away clean

cuz hey, I'm just a drone;

but once you hear the whir of wings

you're never coming home

I hope I die alone.