Shooting out missiles below
at the naughty guys.
like a self-propelled unmanned drone
I fly from mountain to mountain
in the wildest of terrains
shooting out missiles below
at the naughty guys
some of whom die
taking along a bunch
of innocents with them
either to Heaven or Hell
I don’t know!
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