Weapons Never Rule The World

the world started out with a war each mind fashioned his kinds to dominate all set out for artillery - the fangs, claws, poisons wings that could fly a thousand miles legs that could run like a jet eyes that could see ten score miles weapons, weapons, weapons, until the almighty fashioned his proud kind to show their mistakes plain men with two hands, legs and a conscience. all these weapon owners that kill themselves to extinction men - god's proof to his rivalries the winners of the real world are those with conscience, love that mere weapon owners are loosers fit only for the pots and pans the almighty always guiding never allowing his men to lose sight that weapons never rule the world owners of fangs, claws, mighty wings that all end up in the pots and pans