Cease Fire

Mr nobody-can-catch me; Many have passed to yonder by your rod of power, you have kept millions weeping and wailing while you are wining and dining on their inheritance just because you want to rule this this terrestial ball. Blood of the pure you have shed on the plains, skulls of the saints you have scattered on the way, the hearts of the uprights you have wounded and displaced just because you want to have your way. Your thoughts as fire rages with pain; your words are arrows that bruises and slay your services are thorns that shoke others' gain just because you want to take hold of today. Your backbones are favoured and sealed but your competitors are captured and dismissed your seeds are watered and cherished while others' are scatered and purnished. Mr stony heart, Yesterday might be yours and today is smilling at you, even tommorow seems like a bonus share and a free asset but a day will come that your arsenal will become a desert, your mansions then will become dungeons and bullets will be scarce in your riffle. Then, you will be forced to cease fire.