Madness creates the atmosphere of Hate
And blindness follows it to where Conflict waits.
Reason is alien to those who feed wayward minds
With turmoil, men exact destruction where Death binds.
The innocent as prey, in treachery and malice
Are slain and snuffed away as though their blood would suffice.
Conflict like a monster inflates with heightened thirst
Swells as a stinking cancer - does not get better, it gets worse.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~01.17.1
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