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Walking through these polluted streets,
the pad of paws behind my well worn feet,

I look round and see the pain
Hide small child this is not a game,

In the past I have dodged to avoid,
Governments gone stray in this corrupted world,

Cities have grown then crumbled,
The figures in suits are not humbled,

Life is a circle,
It happens again,
Only one can avoid it,
And stop this pitching,

The thing to do is to stand and fight,
Help the helpless with their plight,

The foot that runs behind my boot,
Is no match for claw and tooth,

The sword is razed about to strike,
The movements performed almost snakelike,

The sword bites down and blood is spilt,
The battle won with another defeat,

Life is a circle,
It happens again,
This can be avoided,
And all can stop this pitching,

The purple streak across the sky,
Cleansing in the muddy mind's eye,

The healing light takes flight,
Touching the dead who fell in the fight,

Towns are borne from cities,
Life re-grows from death,

The battle is won and the evil gone,
This land is cleansed once again,

Life is a circle,
It happens again,
This has been stopped,
Never again.