War for Peace
The war for peace has been fought for a lasting era.
Unknown to the punctured that it was all deceit.
Your calloused hands and the stain thereof have not made peace.
The purpose of every and all war is to use the blood of man to provoke the tears of God.
Will you ignore the weight of your blood as you did Christ’s when it covered the world in grace?
For you are not so great as to have that sort of blood.
Your blood is limited, once drained what are you but a sculpture of what was?
You bleed for you have hope.
As your blood still leaks from your wound you are still alive.
Yet your tears wash away your hope.
As you continue to cry you paint your loss of hope.
For as you cry you continue to let your hope seep out in ache.
Understand now that you have neither been dying to live nor living to die.
You just live and be dictated.
The cattle do not know better than to follow to the slaughter.
They make no attempt to change their course rather than the occasional buck and breathe as they are locked in place.
As do you when you weep upon realization of your end.
I am begging you, cease to cry for the blood you have lost, and begin to bleed so you may be able to weep another day.
Written 19 March 2026 at 6:44 PM
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