"war"
The horrendous acts of war, be far
worst then a pack of wild dogs that devour
a newborn calf that's abandon by its mother Such is
the so called existence of a civilization that's in truth, uncivilized.
The truth war begins within the hearts and minds of men, women, children,
and the beast of the field. Are you not at war
right now, as you read this? Either with a people, place, thing, circumstance,
situation, and or relationship?
When will you choose peace instead of war?
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