Tuesday, December 6, 2022

A Game of Drones

 Game of Thrones main theme 


A Game of angry drones fly. from Ukraine to Mother Russia; 

bomb the Hussars, end the Reigns Tzar. Then Makron offers 

grants -- soldiers ready, freedom steady, Hello laddy, soon Prussia! 

When will the West awake? Like an earthquake; tidal wave hurrah; 

to bereave the mar. -- Iron Cross nor Star! No Peace, until coffers 

Victory droping out its casket, arrows stop flying past, lit nossirs... 


Nothing ventured, nothing gained, But -- nothing noted, nothing vained rot; 

nothing plotted, nothing stained shut. Nothing begotten, nothing tamed Gut! 

Nothing Giotto, nothing blamed staunch; nothing dungeoned, skully dugs got!! 


Join the Drone Dance; Join The Drone Dance Join The Drone Dance; Join the Drone Dance! 


Alas, once upon a time, in Kursk, like Vanga, sank the U-boat; none believed Her, 

how could be thus! Now the mighty have befallen, as Mene-Tekel drops on cups; 

the spades get fucked in shades of gray. Despair ye two-headed Eagle, the lair 

of the Muromets; no more upton frets, shall you dispatch -- Allmans war Fair!! 

Give out white flags, or your proud Stags, soon be Christmassed onto rooftops...

No more fucks to give, fox-trotting, globespotting, heatseaking bunny Psyops!! 


Hop Sing, hoplites hopes ring, but the yokes bling wanted notes slang; as the phone 

rang, bags on heads stung -- V on Ree Gang trending Hash-Kings! One eyed Man led 

blind Men, all went South, got lost in the end, Traffic pretend: all is merry; silent ferries...


went Mogonda; went Mogonda went Mogonda went Mogonda!! 


Give praise for Widows and Wraiths; orphans Angelled, corpses mangled, Marx-Engels 

still deranges wells. Slava Ukraini, Mladševo geroi; slava Mirnoi, sprovedlivo... 

Who fought, so defiant, than the soldiers, and the maidens and the babes and the singers? 

Bogatyr Vityaz fled on horseback, butnaked, demanding insult on in-jury then. Pringles 

flabergasted popped the cherry, boom -- Hail-Mary gone the dairy, drone got Primo!! 

Victoria only a matter of attitude, no more dues, devils blues shoe on Vivat...  

It's time, bring the Bear home as booty; all high moody, thank yours duty -- Holy Beagles!

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