Nothingness of War

An inverse abecedarian

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Animosity regarding a topic

barricades the openness of the mind.

controversy polluting our sight,

drowning the opinions of others because

earth hung on nothing, by nothing,

forsaking science; because it was always science vs

…God.

Hell raising on the earth

insulting each others intelligence, that’s the heart of man.

jealousy capacitating the exquisite design

killing off the inner sober mind

levitating adversity from the shrines of

men. The only thing evolving is the

never-ending cycle of various catastrophes of

outraged earth that creates war because of our flawed autonomy.

perhaps, this makes the most sense to me.

Quaking the souls between humanity, slandering;

race, politics and religion through bloodshed, and blood

stains on the bitter hearts of empty hollow-beings. As they worship their

talismans, passing on guns to the

upheaval of our children. Forfeit your pride and spot the

value in your veins. If you are science, you are a canvas of nothing to paint.

Wildebeests worship! Upon the dry

xeric pasture, needing nothing;

yearlong craters over the landscape drizzle a

zillion stars in a blank sky of nothingness; ironic, how war strikes out of everything, yet nothing.