This is the age of contradiction, and Subjectivity, it's endless in between the two, a fight that can never seem to cease and desist, it's the crime in itself to force onto others that has been trampled into you, the fighting never stops but one in the same we fight for what we believe and what we hold closest to us, the dismemberment is apart from the laws of humanity, it's unthinkable to relate to one's misguided choice of actions because one among many is deliberate enough to take actions and do the worst kind of punishment, a sea of red and one long night of fire that will consume everything in it's path, how long can it go on and how much time do we have left? before all is to far beyond saving and the restless come to an end and the sun rises to settle upon nothing, and from the ashes a new world. but thats the "What if" and then there is the pointing of fingers, so quick to judge when something is wrong but even less functional to lift a helping. the careless of men and the hangover of victory, crave more, need more and to the brisk dusk, the warmth seething though and compromising as the lay of the land is bathed anew with it's ever founded longing of perspiring fortitude, conjunctively and advertently speaking, it's all for to say it's begun but when the "I told you so" hits and everything is being stomping into the ground, everything that ever was and ever will be will look down and watch from the top. A sparrow in the distance will abide, awaiting to ingest the smaller insects, after all the blood is spilled and there is nothing left to be forgiven, when all is said and done and the tide washes over we will look back and start again.