The sky is hidden by dark clouds.
The black storm is fierce and cruel.
The origin of the conflict was small.
A minor problem caught fire and spread.
The people of loss are filled with anger.
Their souls are consumed with evil plans.
At first there was a light to the flame.
Now billowing smoke blocks the truth.
Their lives of hate are swords of steel.
They kill the hopes of those yet to come.
W. Wayne B.