The two armies rushed at each other, Screaming threats and wars cries, Arrows darkening the sky as they rained down in waves,

The ground trembles as the millions of feet charge, The drums beat, the hourses hooves pound the ground, Then as you watch the two armies meet,

You hear the clash of metal clad bodies, Of sword on shield and sword, mixed with the screams of the dieing, Weither quick or slow, calling out for mothers or saviours!

As there lifes liquids oozed out of there maimed and butchered bodies, Taking there last breaths and falling in to the eternal darkeness, Yet it's then in the heat of the battle,

When the adrenalin is pumping, heat racing, That you notice the armies champians or great fighters, The ones that go threw men like grass.

All flesh is grass.

When two champions meet the area around them stop, It seems slow as those around them watch, As one man proves his skill with a blade and kills the other,

The angle of death is growing fat over the battle field, Gorging on the pain, sorrow and sin, Of the souls before it.

You scream as you watch men dying before you, Dismembered in seconds, or being popped open like berries, Soon the grassy field, that was filled with purity and life,

Is now slick with the blood of the innocent, Born on the wrong side, Sent to there deaths for a cause they may not even know or believe in.

Fathers. Brothers. Lovers.

All fall before the blade, As there blod stains the ground, It mixes with the tears and sorrows of those fallen before it,

You scream againand fall as your knees bukle, Trying with all your might to turn away, Yet drawn to look at hte slaughter with the evil curiosity we all have,

Then as the losing side pulls fresh troops in to the slaughter, The tide of the ''battle'' turns as hourses and men, Slide and slip down to the bloody vally massicare,

Frsh banners held high, Only to be ripped and shreddred, As the men fall like wheat,

But still the armies fight, Harder and harder still, For a cause forgotten in the heat of hte moment,

Then it all stops, the frenzie of slaughter is stopped, The ''Winners'' clap and cheer, they will not die today, The losers panic and flee for what's left of there lives,

Those caught, pray and beg for mercy, But killed like there fellows, Painfully slow or quick and effeicent,

The wounded are collected, The dead buried in mass graves, And the peace that follows a storm settles,

The saviors collect there thoughts, Count there sins and there wounds, The long parade of suffering called ''War'' has ended for now,

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Now picture the battle this day.

With machines and guns, Bullets and bombs, More pain, more suffering,

Think of the choices, Think of the desisions, Think of the conciquences,

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Think of the war of tomorrow, Soon to be upon us once again, Yet not contained to the battle field,

INNOCENTS forced to fight, Die, Or they are caught in the cross fire,

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Many want peace, Yet as we live and breath, There will always be those who want war,

And there will always be those, With the power, And the money to enforce it,

Old war, New war, Yet when youthink about it,

There's no such thing, Just old pain, New pain,

You always lose, You never truely win,

And we will always fight, We will never truely stop,

We say, "An eye for an eye, A tooth for a tooth,"

I, and many others say, "An eye for an eye, and we will always be blind."