War is Like The Plague
War has a way of spreading itself,
Like wildfire,
Metastasizing into the collective consciousness of a people,
Young AND old alike,
Absorbing the vitality and vigor of all in it's path,
War demands entry to the sacristy of our souls,
War demands blood and it WILL have it,
Because we are human...
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