The world is but a wasteland.
The skulls of past existence,Lay strewn across a baron,desolate
sea of death.
The richness of life,that once flowed with hope,
Now lay dormant,for the death of time.
The children that once were the future, now is the past
existence,of man's mockery of life.
God's children buried alive with distrust and anger.
Life is God's gift to humanity,"Why mus rt it be rejected in exchange
for hatred and liefs blood"?
Man always spouts, the only way to obtain happiness
and contentment.
Is through"Peace!"
It seems man's way of achieving such a heighten goal
Is melting away the flesh of life.
In the Depthh's of man's wisdom, there is an instinct to survive.
In order to survive he must have "Peace"
In order to rest in peace, for witch he so greatly seeks
He must have AFTERMATH.