Scavenger: "Entrenched"
metallurgic, my headcurbing urges are merking insurgents
while urban turbans are getting burned to a burden
it's heard of, purged streets divide cinder blocks
where misfired artillery beats spawn bitter hearts
and kiddiebits depict the bloodlust of our inner hawks
a million little coffins with ground children under radars
soft'ning it to beautiful, create the stuff that made art
Rhymin' over heartbeats, but my song's about to fade out
kissandtell with grenade shells, Persian carpet - crimson layout
oil up the strongest, capital blossoms poppy-scented
another Flanders Fields
and who'd have held it from the trenches
if they'd seen tomorrow yields
a million new ways of genocide invented
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