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'' It's A Battle That Cannot Be Won ''

The butcher has gone,
Jihadi John,
The Americans say is no more,
Satan now feels put upon,
To him it's too much of a chore.

As he readied
His hand steadied,
Butchery was his accord,
His victims they were all beheaded,
Death by the butchers sword.

Dead is their boast,
His body is toast,
Because he got on their tits,
Now he's but an evil ghost,
They've blown the bastard to bits.

We raise a beer,
As we all cheer,
We humanely took him out?
Though the solution was quite severe,
Let there be no doubt.

The message we send,
This is not the end,
We are playing tit for tat,
As into anarchy we descend,
There'll be no end to that.

Terrorist led,
Now more lie dead,
It causes such concern,
How many more will need to be bled,
Before we ever learn.

What's the fuss?
You kill us,
So it's our turn next to kill,
Through both arguments you could drive a bus,
But none of us has the will.

If revenge is so sweet,
That it can't be beat,
Why are our wars never done?
Neither will ever admit defeat,

‘' It's A Battle That Cannot Be Won ‘'


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