Winds Of War 💨

 Winds Of War.

    Can you feel it? The cool, cool breeze, rushing against your skin? Gently caressing it, as it rolls across the plains?

    Make no mistake- the winds of war are here. The time has come, and the world is ready. The entire planet, slowly preparing for the inevitable to hit them close to home. The dawn of violence approaches. The battle for Earth has begun.

    Death readies his appearance, for the hour is much later than we had imagined. The inner-workings of the greta machine have already begun to turn. The entire world can feel the rumble, as the gears slowly begin to grind. Metal on metal. Fire with fire. War.

    Europe has a tremendously rich history, dealing with violence. The entire continent is plagued with death and revolution. It truly is the most active continent across the globe. For thousands of years, the Mediterranean has been the source of all life and conflict. The entire world, revolving around one giant sea. Countries and empires have fought tough and nail for access to its riches, leaving a trail of carcasses behind. This age shall be no different.

    History repeats itself, over and over again. The entire world can be seen as a continuous act, being driven by those who wish to control it. Those who wish to claim the throne of humanity, and direct the play. An ultimate power-struggle, leaving countless dead in their wake. Make no mistake, we are the countless. We are the ones who will never have our name etched into the history books. We are the ones who will live life anonymously, as we attempt to navigate thru these violent waters.

    The grand illusion has been cast. The fogs of war have begun, and have never been so prominent. The average individual finds themselves completely unaware of the hour. They no longer seem to care that their destruction nears. The psychological warfare is something out of a science-fiction book, where the magic force being summoned is more powerful than ever before. 

    Violence is a constant, in the human species. At our root, we are nothing more than animals. Animals, who enjoy suffering. Animals, who seek war. We as a species no longer content with using words and debates to provide results. We long for the ancient times that our ancestors once knew. We long for the flames of the furnace, which will help cast and shape the generations to come. We as a species long for destruction above all else. For meaning, in this cold, mechanical world.

    Life is a concept which is built on the idea of change. Built on the idea that we will be able to provide a better opportunity for our next of kin. Belief that we will be able to build a better world. Unfortunately, building a better world first means tearing the old one down. And make no mistake- tear it down we must. Destruction is a necessary evil, in order to bread creation. It is a force which must become unstoppable, allowing it to roll across the plains. A force, which will devastate the entire population across the globe. A thirst of blood, so great, that the books of history will remember our names.

    Although the transition will be painful, the rebirth will be beautiful. The roses which shall rise from the very ashes we have built, will be worth all the agony. The growth which will take place and seize power will be one of great strength and purpose. One with a true meaning to this thing we call life.

    When man wanders, he tends to bring conflict with him. Perhaps this is a direct reflection of the conflict within the man. Perhaps the world we live in is nothing more than a mirror for which we are able to view ourselves. Regardless, the conflict is here. The pieces have been set. The armies have been summoned. The horns are being prepared. We shall have violence.

    Perhaps one day, we shall look back in the history books and realize what a tragedy these next few years truly were. Perhaps, we will reflect upon the actions of our then-grandfathers, and question the need for it at all. Perhaps one day, we will no longer understand the need for violence in general. A united world. However, today is not that day. 

    In humanities darkest hours, we have found a way to unite in pain. In the midst of chaos, a secret order has always emerged. The possibility for peace, in the midst of war. Everyday, I continue to pray for a way thru the coming conflict. 

A path in which we may all be saved. 

        Glory Be,

                    Amen.