Why are we fighting for the cause under the false pretences of a world full of peace our paradise .

Why should we look to the tell tale signs of things from a book my reality your reality , there reality .

Complete silence there life is a world of stealth , of killing of the bloodstained minds .

And if the only noise they could ever hear would be the dying .

Calling to them , the pitiful pleas to save them .

And with there last breaths painful and always sorrowful .

It seems to madden the sides of all the dying and dead they will yell ' you killed my brother 'or ' my husband how could you do it you monster '.

Mothers cry children die .

When will it end .

Will we ever stop look into some ones eyes see the war torn dream end .

And should we look into those empty depths of blue of brown of green of ebony black .

When we can look to the greed that is the world .

With The Man , The Woman and even the innocents of a child can be tainted by the black .

Maybe it was to survive or can you keep telling yourself that .

And with that in place should you think of The Solider , The Assassin yes even The Joker u must think of them even if it's hate you have for them what would you say ….

But with everything in live things have a end even if bloody and sick , twisted and sadistic as it may be .

The end will come and with it a clean new night full of blooms from every race that lives on this world we call earth .

And just like that of a glass panel if shattered can it not be replaced , with a serein sort of clean and new harmony .