mistakes to the banks. we always say mistakes were made while we manufacture more. in truth, murder is made, and it's an industry. it may be bigger than oil at this point, the harvesting of human life. the guy who designed the drone never stops smiling, he thought he was making it to spot tuna or something weird, but he's delighted as a kid that the military is buying them like hotcakes and just wishes he's thought to weaponize them himself, duh. he's getting his kicks now though, hand over fist you might say. never stops smiling, says kids just want to destroy. and kids do destroy, they go straight from game boy to death games, and they can do it all in a dark trailer in nevada, never breathing the dust or seeing the faces, oh it's all a game for the kids, and the masters of war so proud of their nerdy genius genocide. 
yeah we keep on making the same mistakes, groan men, the same billionaires of blood and war toys for tots. the target is money kids, there is no limit, the target is innocence, and innocence, even now, in the whirlwind, the cynical apocalypse, it's everywhere.