Blossoming Chaos

Tears, joy, devastation, and perseverance

Is what has become of our world now.

Parched throats unable to grasp the bit of juice

That comes from the fruit they admire so dearly.

You say you

Hear the blood scream and the

Anger ooze 

Out of your own heart. 

Did you ever take the time

To wonder why

Dueling seems to be the answer

To everything we breathe?

Like a glass of wine

Sitting on the table, 

You seem to not

Know how you got where you stand.

Perhaps from a place of a more peaceful nature.

BOOM! There is the gunshot blown by the solider.

BOOM! There is the gunshot created by the enemy.

Chaos flies like an angel up in Heaven -

Blooming with grace, unaware of the negative Environment it will soon be part of once discovered.