The lords of Guns
The lords of guns don't kill themselves in the war,
They just sell guns to poor people kill themselves.
The sell of guns, cannons and garnets,
To them, it is just a way to buy the bread...
Hammers, scythes, woods and hoes,
The lords of wars get money and they laugh
Of the destruction...
There is not anything more expensive to a
Weapon salesman than the peace...
Guns, ammunition, forever will be stored...
It does not matter if eliminate livings creature
Of the earth...
Forever will be manufactured!
The Romans said...??Si vis pacem, para bellum...``
And the lords of guns go behind...
Trafficking guns for money...
Financing palaces of weapons for world's financer...
And your fucking agent counts the money,
Leaving the lives behind.
They just sell guns to poor people kill themselves.
The sell of guns, cannons and garnets,
To them, it is just a way to buy the bread...
Hammers, scythes, woods and hoes,
The lords of wars get money and they laugh
Of the destruction...
There is not anything more expensive to a
Weapon salesman than the peace...
Guns, ammunition, forever will be stored...
It does not matter if eliminate livings creature
Of the earth...
Forever will be manufactured!
The Romans said...??Si vis pacem, para bellum...``
And the lords of guns go behind...
Trafficking guns for money...
Financing palaces of weapons for world's financer...
And your fucking agent counts the money,
Leaving the lives behind.
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