Revenge

Future lies ahead of the road you try to avoid so dearly, we aren’t trying to break the mould like we should. Deep within us are hidden the means of survival, find it and we will always land on our feet. War is an answer to a question we dare not ask. Hell is released onto this earth with vengeance of the dead. Let the emotional people go first, we loose their conscience along the way to damnation. “Revenge”, cries the bloodthirsty crowd. “Revenge” said the child, holding it’s mother’s head. We could not go anywhere else but here into the darkness that hate leaves behind. We do not care of the innocent people we’ll kill in our quest for what’s right, what’s true. Yet the child in the land far away only understands the death it feels around it, the hate that comes labeled from the sky. Hateful, angry remarks from the child who first spoke of revenge. Afterwards, when the sun will burst through the smoke of fear, another little voice will utter, “Revenge for the dead”.
And the merry go round will start its cycle again…