The World War III
Many ideas
to lay
You on
the floor
None work
so far
Driven by
a large
computer
Eats gallons
of oil
They call
it game
theory
It has
worked
on many
The whole
world follows
Soldier by
soldier against
you
Gettin chopped
in the
machine
The fall
comes finally
Ohh man, it
has burnt
More than
Nature
The whole
world now
Weeps in
sorrow
Centuries later
,the history
Read by
a little
boy
Makes no
sense to
him
Nor to
me
Caution: This might be all theory
Love and Fearless 