trouble brew,enmity about to emanate
the smell of war aromate the unlearned underaged soldiers aspiring for the bout
races gathers deliberating on the shortcomings and benefits
their opulence is raised as the everest
the aftermath never crossed the pytagoras of their triangle
war is the sound of the ticking clock
the atmosphere smells trouble
the clumsy market square is fizzled with officials
silent as the cradle of ghost-sleepers
everyone sits at home salivating a cruel kombat
confidence grew with great pulse
the whole had a pinnacle of revenge to strike out
all with the same mind
thunders roared in similitude of seconds
its time for WAR
nonetheless,
a man in gray reminisce on the forward
war! he exclaimed
the nightmare of an haunted countryside
the resounding effects leaves ruins begging
think of the afterward
you will definitely have a rethink
no country remains the same afterward
it's never an addition
though it may seem convincing
it's always a subtraction
revenge fuels the rageof war
yes,
its a NEGATIVE