We are a company of words,
With no beginning and no end.
We are formed by the thoughts of men,
And we live on their breath.
We are the songs we sing,
The stories we tell,
The books we read, and the poems we write.
We are the dreams we dream,
And the hopes we hold dear.
We are the language of love,
And the language of hate.
We are the language of war,
And the language of peace.
We are the language of life,
And the language of death.
We are the language of the human heart,
And the language of the universe.
We are a company of words,
And we are all we have.
So let us use our words wisely,
And make them a force for good.
We are a company of words,
Life is like a cease-fire,
An uneasy truce between
The warring factions of our soul.
We try to forget the past,
To bury the pain and the hate,
But it’s always there, lurking in the shadows.
We try to move on, to build a new life,
But the old wounds are never really healed.
We live in fear of the next battle,
Of the next time the guns will start to fire.
But for now, we have a cease-fire.
We can try to be happy, to live in peace.
But we know that it’s only temporary,
That the war could start again at any moment.
So we live each day to the fullest,
We make the most of every moment,
Because we never know when it will all end.
A melody floats on the breeze,
As mercenaries march with ease.
The music soothes the savage soul,
As war rages, taking its toll.
The sound of drums and trumpets blare,
As soldiers fight, with deadly flair.
The melody weaves its way through the fight,
And brings a moment of respite.
The clash of swords, the battle cries,
Echo through the valley, reaching the skies.
But the melody lingers in the air,
And softens the hearts of those who dare.
For music has the power to heal,
And bring humanity to what we feel.
Even in the midst of war and strife,
It can offer a glimmer of hope and life.
So let the melody play on,
As the mercenaries march on and on.
May it bring peace to the hearts of all,
And soften the hardest of the battle’s thrall.
She sits on a throne of skulls and bones
Her crown is made of fire and blood
She rules with an iron fist and a heart of stone
Her subjects live in fear and dread
She laughs at the cries of the weak and the poor
She feeds on the pain of the innocent and the pure
She revels in the chaos and the war
She cares not for the justice or the cure
She is the queen of damnation, the mistress of sin
She is the enemy of life, the destroyer of kin
She is the end of hope, the beginning of ruin
She is the darkness that lurks within.
The world is full of pain and sorrow
The news is full of war and terror
The people are full of hate and fear
The leaders are full of lies and greed
The earth is full of scars and wounds
The sky is full of smoke and smog
The water is full of trash and toxins
The air is full of dust and germs
The life is full of stress and struggle
The work is full of pressure and boredom
The love is full of betrayal and heartbreak
The joy is full of fleeting and fake
This is the nauseating reality we face
This is the bitter truth we taste
This is the dismal fate we embrace
This is the hopeless state we waste
Guns and swords, weapons of war,
Instruments of death and pain,
Tools that we use to settle scores,
And leave our enemies slain.
They’re symbols of our strength and might,
Of our will to fight and win,
But they’re also the cause of so much strife,
And the reason that wars begin.
For every gun and sword we forge,
Another life is lost,
Another mother’s heart is broken,
Another soul is tossed.
And yet we cling to them so tightly,
These weapons that we wield,
As if they are the only answer,
The only way to make things yield.
But there must be a better way,
A path that’s paved with peace,
Where guns and swords are laid aside,
And strife and hatred cease.
For in the end, it’s not the weapons,
That make us strong and brave,
It’s the love and compassion we show,
To the world that we hope to save.
Hydrogen bombs, the deadliest of all,
A weapon of mass destruction that could make nations fall,
A weapon created by man’s own hand,
That could wipe out entire cities and ravage the land.
The power of the atom, harnessed for war,
A force that could bring the world to its core,
A weapon that knows no boundaries,
And could cause unimaginable casualties.
The thought of its use is a frightening one,
For the consequences would be felt by everyone,
The devastation would be beyond belief,
And the aftermath would bring only grief.
The world must come together as one,
And put an end to this deadly weapon,
For the cost of its use is too great to bear,
And the destruction it brings is too much to repair.
Let’s work towards a world of peace,
Where weapons of war and destruction cease,
For only then can we truly thrive,
And keep the world alive.
War is a crime against humanity,
A brutal and senseless act,
That tears apart the fabric of society,
And leaves behind a lasting impact.
It brings destruction and devastation,
Leaving in its wake a trail of pain,
A legacy of death and suffering,
That can never be justified again.
It’s a crime against the innocent,
Who have no part in the fight,
Caught in the crossfire of nations,
And left to suffer through the night.
It’s a crime against the future,
For the generations yet to come,
Who will inherit the scars and wounds,
Of battles that were never won.
We must stand together as one,
And say no to this heinous act,
For peace and love are the answer,
And war is a crime that we must reject.
A battlefield within, a war that never ends,
Where scars are unseen, but still, the heart rends.
The battle wages on, a fight for inner peace,
And all that’s left is the hope for the pain to cease.
Beneath the calmness of blue skies,
Lies the blood-soaked earth with cries.
Of mothers, children, and brave hearts,
Lost to war’s endless, hateful arts.
Tears shed for the ultimate price,
Of peace that never came to suffice.
Amidst the debris and ruins,
Lies the shattered dreams and ruins,
The toll of war, heavy and grave,
Leaves behind scars that never fade,
A cry for peace echoes through the land,
A plea for harmony to take its stand.
Amidst the cries of war and hate,
A plea for love and peace we state,
Let’s cast away our swords and fight,
And pave the way for a world so bright,
For the future of our world’s sake,
Let’s all unite and peace we make.
In the rubble of what once was,
Broken hearts and shattered dreams,
A haunting silence lingers on,
As the land still smolders and screams.
Amidst the ruins, hope still lives,
Slowly mending what war has torn.
Fate is incurable
Fate is inevitable
Fate is a tide’s push and pull
Fate is an empty moon’s
Ability to be full
To shed light on wounds
Fate is as a dove flies
On wings of a crow
As the maggot multiplies
In the flesh below
Fate’s inside our rain
From clouds and sky
Creates inside our pain
The questions why
The same fate is the cause
That the blind can’t see
Why, it’s in the fate clause
It’s meant to be
Destiny is all eyes
Fate is a fairy tale
It’s when there’s no cries
As a newborn still, is pale
Fate is a violence
In a convenience store
Fate is the silence
After a brutal war
Fate is everywhere
When there’s time to spend
When there’s none to spare
Fate is an end.
A year of this mental tug of war
Trying to be better than last time
To walk the line between demure and powerful
I tried to distract myself with the glitters of others
Yet still you’re always the light
But I feel it growing darker around me
Familiar and horrific.
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Wouldnt it be nice in a world without a war
no more people dying no fighting any more
just a world of love where we could live as one
living all in harmony all fighting would be gone
just a land of peace with a life thats free
in a world of love way that it should be
where we could live as one in each and every place
all across the universe in each and every place.
Once I used to live at peace,
There came two invaders love and loss.
Put me through hell, left me in ruins.
It came to an end but all at a cost.
Since then, there’s a war within me,
It is for me yet against myself.
I’m too humble to break down,
But too proud to submit and ask for help.
It is a war between my heart and mind,
Both are aware that their fate is entwined.
Mind throws spears of practical things,
Heart keeps dodging, flying on imaginary wings.
Not seeking God for resolution or any guidance.
No human can assist me with my own defiance.
All I see is chaos and turmoil,
It doesn’t seem to end, no matter the toil.
I wander deep into the abyss of destruction,
I no longer care who’s going to win.
It seems it’ll only end when I do,
Maybe I had committed the worst of sins.
Suicide is for weak but death is not my fear.
No more tears to shed, it feels my end is near.
I’ll die naturally in this war within me,
Just as a soldier sets his own soul free.
There are some wars
Which cannot be lost
Which cannot be won.
Where you used swords
And I used guns.
There was bloodshed,
Deep cuts and wounds.
And each soldier each side did swoon.
Yours more than mine!
In the fought span of time.
And when we were done
The world around thought, I had won!
I looked around,
My gaze to the ground,
Covered in red.
‘Tis true all your soldiers were dead.
And half of mine remained
Going never to be the same.
We hung our heads in shame
Killing is not a game.
There are some wars
Which cannot be lost
Which cannot be won
Which cannot be undone.
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