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Deadly Instruments War engines will rust as time leaves us-- progress stalled; perhaps arrivals from the future will find we could not live on Earth while clothing her with deadly instruments, reddening her fields with blood. I want to cover her with hands, feet, eyes and minds dedicated to life-- not heated air nor arms of destruction. Oh, pray that she may live and we. . . |
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