So... where do we go from here?
After the war, what will we have gained?
Progress and life... or fear?
Death... it will never fail to claim...
All the guilty... as well as the innocent
Who can truly escape humanity’s torment?
War will always find its way into the world
Slithering like a snake... cunning and cold
We can attempt to hold it back...
But what good would that do?
The one constant that we lack
A foundation tried and true
But... they will never understand this
And such is the reason why
This world will live blind in its bliss
As the angel of death enjoys his time