Fecal Legs Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

The clouds of rising smoke disappear
revealing mountains of sandstone and clay rubble
The footprint of victorious soldiers paint the ground
The blood of thousands of dead lay on every square inch of space
The blood of the innocent was shed
The blood of the defenseless tried to defend
The anger of two men clashed on the wooden chess board
It was a quick game, checkmate in a matter of minutes
It was virtually a retard versus a genius
The retard and the genius lost everything
The retard lost his life because his mouth was too big
The genius lost his credibility because of the lies that he told
It doesn't take a genius to win a war
All it takes is strategy and this genius's strategy was to
pick a fight with a near defenseless opponent
He just knew that his opponent was a weakened wingless bird
who was already given a chance to fly but he went to high
It the way of geniuses, he's up there with a piece of feces
that has found out a way to spawn legs