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Blood was shed in those years of war

Unlike the peace in times before

Disputes arose over trifle

And men took to their rifle

Shots were fired

And Heros retired

To the ground from which they came

But not without their fame

Their stories of gore

And sex with the whore

They begat that half of mankind

Who to the Truth were blind

And battled and killed and slew

Until blood shed was the morning dew

But they all killed each other

Those with the whore as their mother

While the other half of mankind fled until it was done

And at the end they returned to find the battle won



They all shook their heads and said

It is better that this man is dead