Unwitting man did knives and spears fashion,
From cold grey rock, bereft of passion.
On battlefields throughout the ages,
As told in history's pages,
Did metal turned from stone,
Spill crimson blood from crushing bone.
T’is not easy to comprehend
Nor know, where it will end?
But all this, from simple stone
We foolish beings, must atone.
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