Of The Wars

About blasphemy and of anger

Derailing quavers of this stranger,

Thunderous voice striking back and forth

Nuke heads rocketing down from the north,

Waves crashing the sound of such danger

Storms bolting like hordes of avenger

And within it, lies the one virtue,

Deceptions, fraud and sham all untrue

For the heavens rains, crying stronger

Dark clouds intensely forms it linger

Illustrating tears of heart ascend

And soothes the soul all injuries mend.