War Is A Cul-De-Sac...

War Is A Cul-De-Sac... They count the young Soul's pooled in black, from the red it once poured and just like that- it crusts like burnt bark on smoldered grain 'til darkness sets in...and comes the rain. mixing with the oil that is lord of this game. Those fortunate enough to dodge, survive - the crack of wet flames, the snipers eye say prayers, go to sleep in a bowel stenched hole, 'til War say's 'Good-morning and chaos unfolds a message in blood: ''War's back for more Soul's''! Such a vicious cul-de-sac this beast we call, 'War', a relentless housed circle with no back-scape doors; it harbors no bias...taking both rich and poor, some hundred millions years haven't shortened the breadth of the anti-Christ, 'War', its blood stains and Death! FjR-MMXV