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Nuclear missles raining from the sky

Innocent people destined to fry

Goodbye world hello space

This is where God greets us face to face

Computers don't blunder

I'm so troubled by what I see

In this so called democracy

Are you scared just like me

By the power of the military

Submarines beneath the sea

Probing, searching the enemy

Radar beacons sighted high

Plotting targets of those to die

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