War wages every day. In the hearts of Man, thoughts of bloody battle and raging contemptuous, self-righteous justification for hate and violence. Their lips move and spew utterances of fabricated peace and bogus truths, yet their hands are bloodied with the entrails of their prejudice.
They’re all wrong.
Deadly. Sorrowfully. Pitifully. What beats in a man’s heart is the source of his universe. The entire world is molded in his image and what he chooses… what Man chooses; it wracks my heart with such grief! Why must this Eden be turned into humanity’s sewer?
The tiny, unheard voices that whisper in the night are drowned out by the hurricane cacophony of the human war machine. My job will never end.
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For Thy Peace, My Soul
ParanormalThe tragic tale of an unwilling sin-eater. Each part is told succinctly in 100 to 120 words - a story of despair, corruption, horror, and ultimately... love. --- Please keep in mind the experimental part; if you attempt to connect the dots - to make...
