Just rocks and sand, and barren land,

And waves, that lash the shore,

Where all is still, and life is nil,

Where man's not walked before.

 

Then God so kind, with man in mind,

Created him from soil,

He gave him then, a female friend,

And rested from his toil.

 

Their hearts were pure, safe and secure,

Within the sight of God,

But discontent, their virtue spent,

They left the path they trod.

 

Ensuing years brought many tears,

"DEATH," dominates the earth,

One brighter day, alas, the way,

For man, a second birth.

 

Man did rejoice, and with his voice,

He vowed that he'd repent,

Self-pride and greed, both evil seed,

AGAIN, man's discontent.

 

The sword and spear produce much fear,

Our enemy we've slain,

Then soon, the gun, the battles won,

A victory to claim.

  

The thunderous boom, spells certain doom,

A cannon ball's been tossed,

The cry of pain and once again,

Many lives are lost.

 

Then war machines, a fleet of ships,

The sky soon filled with planes,

Battles fought, all seems for naught,

Then bombs appear as rain.

 

Ingenious man, still had a plan,

A bomb, much bigger yet,

Two cities die; we moan and cry,

Over this, our latest threat.

 

Then missiles came, and war, a game,

Can peace be at the door?

As hopes increase, for lasting peace,

There came, "The Final War."

 

Just rocks and sand, and barren land,

And waves, that lash the shore,

Where all is still and life is nil,

Where man exists no more.

 

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