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When Next I Come

when next I come through cobbled streets steel topping hobnailed feet led by pounding echoed drum to arms, to arms! these banners wave feeding pride the faces crave stealing youth from school and farms to strive, to fight as nations bleed plant my hatred's growing seed I laugh to see the wrong now right again I come again, again orchestrate this game of men mercy under blackened thumb can it end my game of death stealing so many young one's breath an endless loop, a hopeless trend It's not for me, I have no say the die is cast just glancing at the human past my guess is that it's here to stay dream now dreamers of a peaceful boon as war clouds fade with dawn years go by, the armies gone no worries now, I'll see you soon.

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