scrawled in black ink

on white paper that's yellowed over time.

Three Simple Words.

not filled with love and blessings and joy, but destruction and curses and sorrow.

-(and maybe the subtle hint of a bit of hate in there too, hm?)

THE START OF THE WAR.

of reality. of human nature. of feral growls and wild slashes.

where Hope is far off in the distance, sitting there patiently, waiting.

-(I guess she'll have to learn to be a bit more patient then.)

Anger dominates the bloodied field,

where swords clash and guns fire. where smoke is carried by the wind to who-knows-where. where love is nonexistent; where our lives were changed.

Where It All Began,

scrawled in black ink

on white paper that's yellowed over time.

LET IT BEGIN.