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Man and war, Authors note: Editorial, old Greek form, soliloquy, prose, almost, speech not quite, poetry, ah to my ear, but not yours, reporters view, essay of sorts.
No apology, it is what is, a commentary.
So it is and always was the 'I know best for the world', wars to end all wars, idealistic government fit and function, accept me in spite of precious beliefs that purify souls, Culture older than, upstarts, control of less intelligent, masses are dangerous group, iron hand, for that is all that deals with stupidity, Gods are few and far between, it is not the here we need to be concerned about; it is the life in the here after. The Garden of Eden of has long been closed. Equability is a dangerous thought. Man is a greed seeking creature, unless he is controlled by religion, and religion tends to be pure as to who and what is on the correct path, all other are heathen.
So lets us from the ravine or sack the hearts from a age past in reliance of the bridge over the River left, spill the rive in blood, and take the tests of mind and heart, for what is fight if you do not intend to win. Train wreck off the track, no, more blood for oil, and food to feed the ravage of society, humanitarian efforts turn to a shell game. Count the rewards in body stacked, upon a sword, bend the thoughts of religion, kill and maimed the horde. Is it not written that if man was set to be, then he would not have free will to kill in harmony. Yet as it is written so shall it be done, your wife, your child, but you have taken my son, and I will hunt you down, till my life ends, and my off spring will live to torch your house and kill all your kin. For I am a jealous God, and I seek eternal revenge
Man runs seeking doors and maps. Lives like today is going to last forever. Is fearful of the here after seeks the here and now, wants the passion the pleasures. Needs met at The expense of the heathen. Still not content with just his world but must spread his ideals to others. I am correct, you are wrong, I am going to heaven you to hell, and I will kill you as not to contaminate my place and thinking, destroying the threat while growing my process, yet somewhere in the mass, the only want for most is a warm place to sleep, food to eat and pleasure of the body. One drop of blood, one tear, one fear, revenge never ending, man in free will upon the earth, a tower of Babble coming to fall at kings with feet of sand.