Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The End of The Matter

The Eagles of the Iron Crooked Cross
Would take to the skies
One last time
In the precious scientific creations
Of their parent evil state
They'd rise up above the clouds
Faster than they could be caught
Proud sons of the Fatherland
They'd drop their bombs
To kill
Whoever was beneath
Continuing a holocaust
If only they were allowed