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The art of war

The broad brushstrokes of conflict paint a masterpiece of devastation

That bleeds and burns and rips the canvas

Leaving scars across the scorched earth

Horror and carnage as beauty

Peace as the ultimate obscenity

The downfall of all we cherish

Brought about by the viral spread of freedom

Awash in the fetid stench of decadence

Belligerence and arrogance masked as benevolence

Empires rise and fall but never last

Corrupted to their core

Their devious machinations hasten the fall of reason

Imperialistic dreams of conquest

Doomed to failure, doomed to repeat the past

Deceased and decomposed, the distrust of our leaders

The remnants of a skeptical populace replaced with obedience

When men become gods to those whose loyalty erases all fault

One hand washes the blood off the other

The blood of the innocent spilled in the name of this perversion of liberty

Where is the outrage? Our revolution?

Why do these crimes go unpunished?

Carving up the earth with impunity and feasting on the spoils

Why?

Asking why is treason, while the jingoistic answer comes so easily

All things have their end

Witness the end of dominion

When power rests on the edge of a sword

It's nothing more than sowing the seeds of violence and resentment

Waging a war on ideology, mired in futility