……In the mind of a Warlord, peace is only used in preparation for war, to his core there’s always war on the other side of that door, he only explores to add to his knowledge of war and conquest; millions lost to war, and what for, diplomatic policies designed to systematically bring about warlike conditions, in an attempt to relieve suspicions. Millions upon millions murdered in Africa, one would think the sun, moon and stars would fall out the sky in protest, but we’ve learned the universe won’t bat an eye if all life was extinguished, we make life distinguished, long before we spoke English, life was valued because we made it valuable, today we’ve made it soluble, like sand in water, it’s on a road to being worth less than a quarter.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: October 8th, 2023 22:34
- Category: Unclassified
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