The dawning of the human civilization uttered a wisp of an impudent madness; a lumbering wickedness,
following a trail of blood, brooding conspiracies in the crypt of dehumanisation...
Wars in the name of leashing glory had only met their gory ends by
decapitating innocence...
It's like a bulging blister unto the slogans of love and peace.
Fake postulating reveries...
From that deepen darken solace of abyss,there are hunger, famines, division of countries and dampening cries,
there are blood,sweat and tears giving birth to the shrubs of wild lilies all over those shadowy shallow graves...
shallow graves of those
who were not warriors,who were
certainly not leaders...
They were just the commoners with the will to live common, unadulterated lives with their own set of dogmas and archaic beliefs.
History will never speak about them and their annals of inferiority
as it goes on
elaborating how civilizations took place in the umbra of pure bloodletting savagery
where the victory signs are only being painted by none other than Tyrants...
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