He stands amongst the ruins of a civilization destroyed by hate The blood of hundreds is scattered in the debris, creating kaliedoscopes of red, gray, brown and black He has lived a hundred lives before, and each civilization he had known and lived among was ended by this cycle of hate, war, and death Because it never ends, and it never will.... The waterfall of blood and bodies continue to flow The buildings will still crumble, the glass windows will still shatter The mothers will still cry for their babies and their men, Years of building and creation...gone in a moment, it seems.... He knows because he's seen it all... He knows the pain of the lover with no love The pain of the mother with no child The husband with no wife He's held their hands in their final moments and led them to eternal peace When he dies again, When he is reborn again, Someday, somewhere.... He will have a say in the matter The Angel of Death will not sit by one more lifetime, And watch the mortals kill themselves and each other so brutally He will end the suffering He will dam the waterfall He will shield the work of the mortals from crumbling away into nothing He will stop the mother's tears... And then, when all is done... He will pass on, Never to be reborn Never to live again Maybe then, he'll have his peace....