War is feared by all.
War. The extreme, looking for a new game; an excuse for rage and hate.
But man is not the killer in this game.
War is the killer, the very rage within itself.
The thought of war makes the weak cringe, the thought burning a black hole inside of their weak minds.
War. The living man of death, going rapid, taking all of his rage out on the innocent, creating an separated and misunderstanding world. But for now, man will always be fearful of war, that is until, man himself realizes that war is not a person. But the very thought of anger and hatred within his very own mind.