The battle of change..

The way I see the cycle of change through the people.

Chaos's drums and Strife marches in to the fields of battle



Suffering fires it's cannon from the seas of the damned



Darkness's soldiers land on the sands to defeat hope



So how do you cope with the world coming to it's end?



The news we see on CNN?



Or children being raped by there kin?



Lend hope reinforcements with soldiers of holy armor.



Swords of redemption caressed in light



Beholding the sight of change as they  clashed.



In the end the battlefield was torn on both sides.



Black clouds disperse and brought light to the land.



Warming mother gaia and silent rings of peace comes forth.



Free of morphed expressions and no personal selection.



So among the tainted earth a flower spring forth and sound the call for change..