War,
It echoes symphonies never in harmony.
Tearing through sound with clashes of igniting metals, forging flames and engulfing dreams.
With pacing hearts embracing the inevitable wind of unpredictable catastrophe.
Tightly grasping with feeble hands loved ones,
And starring into the eyes of kids with frail promises of something better.
War,
Breaming and breaking, tearing and reaping consciously the specks of lingering hope,
Snuffing out the smouldering flames of lifes steam.
Rifting and sifting unimaginably all forms humane with unfiltered rage engineered towards blood and chaos.
Such pride and vanity condescending reason and trampling diplomacy.
In the end destruction irrevocably emanates from one single minds conception of thoughts vaguely seived, inciting doom.
Emmalase.
Emmalase