I walk the face of earth once more,
a mindless puppet,
my strings are torn.
The creaky bones,
the bad eyesight,
yet the chance to turn wrong to right.
Wars-a-waging,
old man's guilt,
the world's now on more then just a tilt.
Parents weeping, children slain,
bloody thoughts,
fear
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