human
Why struggle? Why travel, when your wife, your babe, and your hearthstone are here?
gpt
Once I threatened the world with fire, And thrust my fist in the face of wrong, Making my heart a sounding lyre-- Accusing the rulers of earth in song. Now, counting the world of creeds well lost And recking the greatest book no prize-- Withdrawn from the press and free from the cost Of fame and war--in my baby's eyes-- In the touch of her tiny, slender palm, I find the ease of a warrior's calm.