No More.

No more.

No more fighting.

No more bodies.

Evil has had its fill.  The graves are full of long dead men, brave souls who gave their life.

When the last shot has rung, clear and sharp across the land, who will remain?

The champion, the winner, the last man standing.  What then?  A lonely life in victory.

Do you understand the cause for which you fought, for which you killed. 

Your soul was sold, beneath its worth, stolen from within you.

Thou shalt not kill.

Unless they disagree, then they must go, their crime to not believe.

How can war be holy?

Yet religion and war go hand in hand, two most unlikely comrades.

Indeed, what would Jesus do?