War
War is a terrible monster,
it devours everything in its path,
and leaves only destruction and ruin behind.
War is like a spider,
it waits for countries to become ensnared
in its web of destruction.
War is like a flame,
a spark ingnited between two peoples
turns into a raging wildfire,
Its flames lick at the borders of other countries.
and when they come to extinguish it
the fire only gains momentum.
War is like an untended weed in a garden,
it becomes overgrown,
and chokes out everything around it.
War is a dark and dismal thing,
it brings only sadness and grief.
And the only thing, standing between war,
and world domination,
is Love.
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