She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning,

She asked me name my foe then. I said the need within some men

But she would not think of battle that reduces men to animals,

her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind.

to fight and kill their brothers without thought of men or god.

so easy to begin and yet impossible to end.

I know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking,

And I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies,

For she the mother of all men had counciled me so wisely that

and des---truction lay around me from a fight I could not win.

so eager was my passion to devour this waste of life.

I feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay.

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