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Final days

Final days Rocks they threw and stabbed with sticks Fought and died for a piece of land Arrows flew and spears too At the very dawn of man Cannons roared and muskets flashed A sword in every hand Fighting for the god of war The medieval man Rattling bullets grenades explode Dying where they stand Saying mass in poison gas The birth of modern man Total destruction fiery graves The earth turned into sand Fingers poised atomic noise The final days of man

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