It have once been,
in the days of yore,
something never seen,
who oppened the door,
on things that nothing mean,
but today mean more.
The evil, the queen,
precisely the war.

Ago, It had no waste, no kills session,
people lived in serenity,
they were close, no damnation,
it had no city,

Sometimes they asked question,
why did they look dirty?
In their era, they learned lesson,
to not escape reality

Once someone, wearied,
wanted to do a mess.
They were some people worried,
whom idea didn't less.

To see whom are agreed,
they did a part of chess.
The winners, as you read,
didn't want the world to bless,
it's by that the war today dress.

The winners of the chess part,
were for sure the haters of serenity. 
Then the no sences start,
incomprehension insanity.  

Others reclaim to restart,
and to face reality. 
The two clans don't share same heart,
they declare the fight ready.

Brawl on bad weather,
do they not care?  
Are the things seem to be better?  
There is no fair. 
Words written by feather,
read  them, you dare. 
The war, its leader,
at all, is the  same, in vain.  

.