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3rd Anniversary
It will be a war of days. We have the ways. The means and the power. This will be our finest hour.
WMDs? None that I can see. No mushroom cloud, just funeral shrouds. The people cry out loud. The Generals say “we’ll do you proud”
Those with eyes, will see the lies As another man dies. As a mother dies As a child dies. Hey, they were probably the bad guys.
Mission accomplished? No more fighting? Not what the reporters are reciting.
We’d be done in days and months Now it’s two thousand nine. No peace in our time. How can we allow this crime. Our country is broke. So we’ll fix Iraq What a fucking joke.
Occupation is liberation Death is democracy We’ll pass out bibles And show you a real theocracy
So drink the bloody libation And let us build your nation. We are war. We are death. But you should thank us with every breath -Dissident
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