Past
We can walk down the street and never sense the fear or feel the pain or smell the blood the was once thick upon the ground.
The streets of the old were littered with bodies and every town was like a ghost town.
Love and compassion were put aside and hate was common, When men put aside family and took up arms to kill his brother.
Why must me live in fear of everyone?
Why must we fight and kill for fun?
Why must brother fight against brother?
War is a game and men are the pieces.
They are used by Satin to put the world to ruin so he can be glorious.
In the past, present, and future we will be killed and we will kill unless we find love, the tool we lost so long ago.
By: Shadow_Geisha_007 heart
Shadow_Geisha07 Community Member 
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