Chains of War

Say to prosperity, "You are my salvation," 
and consider patience as your resolute candidate. 
The rise is behind ashes. 
I'll play the pause. 

My voice shall ignite

the echo of a fallen star, 
and my lips shall seal the invincible ego

of my comfortable dream. 

She, reluctance,

disguises in injurious kinds of rescindments, and I am inside the derivation of a reflective traipse. 
On the other hand.

This is what I didn't erased. 

For peace is only found by those who do not point their machine guns 
to the innocent victim that has to yield in lavish pain, 
yet its silence is the elemental key that has to prevail 
once the duration of the untidy war has come to an end.