I see blades discarded and worn away hoping they will cause death once again some day.
Trees and forests are licked with flames, the flames seen, but ignored blaze away.
A single soldier rises from the rubble, then two soldiers more several others then follow.
The first man then speaks and as each word is spoken, the others stop and they listen...
But as the man speaks his face shows his feelings not of what he is but of what hes completed.
"MY TROOPS!"The man shouts, Fret not of what murder we have done but for the lives we have fought for and the glory we have won,tonight we are not murderers tonight we are heros!!
Remember this and you shall hold your head high. We fight for glory,for blood,and our freedom now won. This is no longer war. This is done!
Edited by Caesaerian, 19 May 2012 - 03:47 PM.