More War: 24

This is constructed in the CUBE16 style I created several years ago. As conscripts March and war is nigh, fear grips men’s hearts. Stern looks belie. Their ears are filled with rifle shot. The one for them they hear it not. As battles rage, lives beckon risk. Anticipate dread’s obelisk. Fierce battles end, then quiet falls. The lofty brave feel dreadful palls. Does war resolve the burning hate, or does it let the rage abate? War never is an ending place. It soon approves a new hot space. As calm returns, its time is short. Those wanting war will soon extort. Can peace exist where boots now trod? Peace has one source. The grace of God.