The Last Guardian

The Last Guardian long poem

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I don’t know who gave me the ability to take another life.
And is one life worth another?
Is it OK to take a life to save another?
If that isn’t my decision to make then whose is it?
And where is this decision maker now?
When will the giver of life finally say enough?
When will the taker of life give all, the compassion that only a small percentage expect?
When will our father care for his children and stop letting them fight amongst themselves???
I can answer all your questions with one simple sentence deserving of no further explaining.
He doesn’t care anymore, he has lost faith in his children and has disowned them.
But maybe that’s why I am here why I was put on this little marble. Not to be the father, no but maybe guard them, to do the things that need to be done without questions.
Just answers. I will Guard all lives and make the difficult decisions.
I will be their Guardian.
I am Promethius, Guardian of Earth.

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