With your sword on your right hand and your heart on your left, blood dripping down like a waterfall, cherry blossoms fall, many are gone all for one fight, the fight of truth, the fight of Justice and peace, only the great one seateth and watches from above.
Salty tears fall, the air smells of fresh blood, the soil has been defiled, the wind plays a sad Melody, yet all we can hear is slash- slash-slash-slash-, it goes on and on and on until finally, life is lost. I wonder will this sound be that of the bird that chirps, and wolf that howls in my life, it won’t stop, before me it had already begun and even now that life slowly slips from my hands it still continues. It is now a tradition and custom, uncreated by anyone, how do we end it.
Slash slash slash slash slash slash slash – warning begiven to the bearer of the sword, and danger awaits the opponent 💀☠️☠️.
Hi guys, truth be said I feel an emotional rush, so I came up with this short writing, it reminds me of the stories of wars in the olden days, a time were men carried their swords and slaughtered each other, a time where mothers would hide their children in pots, war, war!!!, I hope that we face no more wars like the world war I and II, I do not want to see a world full of dead bodies, nor smell the air of fresh blood.😞😔, Please let’s work together to solve disputes, do not let misunderstandings get the better of you .😩 Please do it for the little children, they want to have hope for a tommorow, do it for the babies that are yet to be born 🤰, let us work together to build a peaceful world.
XOXO Puxila 💖
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