war, war never changes.
war is a beast, corrupting the hearts and minds of men, madness,
what anger and power possess a man to overlook murder, even to order it of those who refuse,
such a furious blood rage does war posses the battlefield hangs thick of it it in the air,
yet in war men become brothers closer than any relative could ever be,
what times of dark clouds that obscure the sun, and men slaughter men simply because they exist,
what times are these for kinship to form and for man to realize his true meaning?
Zurtrinik Community Member 
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