War is sustained.
War is Full.
Yet War is Hungry.
Every day, war consumes.
War endlessly feasts.
The young, old, weak, strong, coward, brave, all harvested and eaten up by War.
War never rests.
Where there is Peace, war is elsewhere.
War never ends.
There was never peace when we came.
And there will only be peace when we are gone.
War dies with humanity.
And we die with war.
War is intertwined.
God weeps at the carnage.
For even he knows tragedy is sidelined by Death.
The end of our rope; war has become.
From sticks, to swords, to muskets, to gatling guns.
From cannonballs to mortar rounds, from bows to rifles.
War is sustained.