In the Bronze Age, I started the first war.Our wives stared at us with stony faces,
silent tears running down their faces
at each and every death.
Fewer hunters.
I smiled, though,
because a bloody spear
was such a rush.
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In the Bronze Age, I started the first war.Our wives stared at us with stony faces,
silent tears running down their faces
at each and every death.
Fewer hunters.
I smiled, though,
because a bloody spear
was such a rush.
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