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 we admire so dearly.

You say you hear the blood scream and anger ooze out of your own heart?

Did you ever take the time to wonder why dueling seems to be the thing 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 soldier. 

BOOM! There is the returning 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 a part of once discovered.