lots of tasty foods
colorful seasons changing
as Black Sea shivers

The waves of the dam
near Ogosta Stadium are raging,
and the opponent of the Glory
is insecure and afraid.

Powerful choruses
the hosts sing
because the moment is coming
for a convincing win.

This is FC Montana.
Club with heart and a century of history,
with ups and downs flooded
always striving for the top and a better change.

With a school springboard for talent,
the only one that is free.
Coaches who believe in children
and in their future glorious successes.
The traditional colors are blue, white and red -
gathering people in a sacred union.

Blue hearts tremble in a fast rhythm,
expecting the match to conquer.
Small and big fans
with songs they strive,
the loyalty for their team to sustain
and give the necessary support.

Every day they long
for the strong emotions,
they share for the future.

black cats hunting mice
on a concrete alley --
   night sight revealed

the sun is weeping
passing through fluffy black sheeps
it summons friendship

Why are they laughing at me?
I'm normal as they are
Who else could I be?
wishing only to remain somewhere far

Will they ever leave me be?
healing scar is rare as a falling star
Can I ever be free?
reachimg my life's goal like a formula one car

Wet blue velvet jacket in a cold winter night,
it freezes under the blue light of the moon
close to the watery eyes of the grieving knight

Dry fallen leaf gone in the howling wind,
carried around and unable to go elsewhere
under the fiery autumn sky in our minds

sunburnt black branches
shake calmly in the night's breeze
connecting earth's force

Sun rays pass through a red crystal barrier,
creating the stratosphere of mystical glamour.
Silvery barren grass introduces the soil to the carrier,
where carnations perfume searches for a new companion.

No visitor has ever left the canyon,
for this place is occupied by a dark therion.
As the blue moon is aglow with primeval power
blossoms of purple give birth to the grinning flowers.

A fading light draws nuances of a dazzling snow,
when the flowers are eaten by the raucous crows.
This location surpasses the boundaries of the world,
like the outer space you can go back, but not forward.

Fountains flow on the edge of midnight
spraying obsidian water.
I see crows fly above me,
cawing as if I'm going to falter.

The night drops like a black veil.
In the distance I hear the song of a nightingale.
Warm wind in the background makes me feel cold
showing that no lost person can stay bold.

I could see you no more.
You turned into a ghost when I lost you,
my door couldn't open for somebody else.

The wild wind becomes mild
and no lust rises from dust.
History changes from a brief moment
as grief shrouds in mystery.

Without any fear it whispered in my ear.
My shadow warned me of a danger drawing near
headed right towards my rear.

It told me to stand and sing
while holding me under its wing
and to never be afraid of the ghost,
for it is only a victim very lost.

The white moon glows in the ashen skies
reflecting on the waves of the warmy river,
as green plants shake by the autumn breeze.

All of this motion is stalked by cats eyes
and earth slowly stops to spin and quivers,
now the river seethes by the rise of degrees.

Lime colored beaches tremble at morning
from the schist and rocks that break and fall,
seas and waters, looking like lemonade yellow
make meetings of men, that send the world a warning.

Fear and panic has left the authorities a shake up call,
making them realise the reality
of their actions influenced from below.

Phenomena of roaring thunders
when winter and icy snow falling.
Avalanches, earthquakes and tsunamis
make their rage calling.

Walls carved into stone.
The godly shapes repulsing
stars further from sky.

A taste of your wine
Cinnamon tempting
Sugar so sweet
Embalms my mouth with an apple drip
It sends me a rain of bliss

Your breath makes me twine around.
A strand so strong
And your voice is so sweet
You send me into a trance with your mead
Bite my lips, whisper love with your kiss

I wish to taste your red wine
Tangerine sweet and the sun warm
Dream of heaven we stay in for evermore
Where we dance together in the moonlight
And we wake with joyful eyes in the sunlight

Bright and crystal water falling down the hill
A unique trip forever to enjoy
Embalm my mouth with an orange drip
Send my being in a bliss
Bite my lips, whisper to me love with your kiss

crunchy leaves float
meadows dancing rain
wrapping sun in gray 🍂

brown ❆ branches
break ❉ white ❊ crystals
into ❅ disappearing ❊ pieces ❄️

crimson sky shivers
sounds of spring water heating
fuming snowy breath 🌷

sunburnt black branches
shake calmly in the night's breeze
connecting earth's force 🍃

His life felt like a roller coaster.
Full of ups and downs
Then one day...
He found gratitude outside.
A kitten living, smiling for him

When the moon starts to glow, we go to sleep.
As the sun begins to shine, we rise from slumber.
It is the cycle of life; one cannot cope without the other.

There are animals and plants in a forest that decrease in numbers, everything else is becoming objects and lumber.
Animals breathe what our nature exudes.
Plants feed from the rain and the sun.
All that lives is in balance and holiness
that defies imbalance and loneliness.

Some people don't think of what our nature eludes.
They are sticking to lack of emotions for a personal gain.
Their playing with guns goes on and on.
Fun ain't emotionless and it's no and no.

The very balance in our world depends on ourselves
for we should unite as one to withstand tyranny,
thus, the beast in his lair will cease to feast.
Infamies and felonies will turn to clarity and purity.

Come one, come two, it's up to you
and it is not something new we have to do.
Come three, come free.
It is destiny, can't you see?
Come four and come more.
Unite by the destiny's door.

walking near carobs
stench imprisons lilies scent
smoky grasses kiss

Forbidden to speak out their minds,
people walk around with muzzles.
They don't want to get no fines.
so they got solved like puzzles.

The government doesn't care for their children.
They only wish to make money from the pandemic.
at the cost of ruining the life of their grandchildren.
Apocalypse is honored like a something totemic.

When will this madness end and we begin to live normal lives?
Calm lives where all of us get the truth without lies.

Crystal flows on the lake
reflections of the sun
spreads through steamy souls

Flowers blooming up with a free will
The color of white contains every color in the world.
If you look closely, you may see the humility and innocence

A flower circle portraying the infinity it holds inside
Sunlight, reaching it out to hold it and warm it
Moonlight, reaching out to calm it, make it sleep and not feel lonely

Some people think that in fact they do not have life or emotions.
They actually breathe and live as free as a bird in the wind.
A smell so charming that bees cannot hold it, but to unfold it

Kids starting to think that wearing a mask is normal
and the people will start to riot
The country leaders act as if they are abnormal
continuing to make the people riot

Nature has tried to warn all of us
but no one was there to listen or work for us
The way things continue to go on and on
will make our lives worth nothing at all

I tried to forget you, but memories of you still float in my head.
Dreams of you give me no rest, a bird without a nest.

I remember when we first met, how we laughed together and what feelings we had, I don't think it should have ever ended.
Real love is not just an emotion, but also a devotion.

When you left me, I felt like I fall from a waterfall, cloudy sky in the background and acid rain washing away my wounded heart.

You should know that you bring me inspiration.
You are my flower, my four-leaf clover and everlasting lover.
Many years had passed, but I could never forget the way I feel
when you're near me, my lovely.

Daylight messenger rests in sky alleys
Shining like snowy pearls
He glides with the scent of the valley

Fairy mist wraps up the cores of roses
Awaking their youth's aroma
Morning carries a bliss of chroma

With roots inside the earthly womb
Their cosmic songs flow
Feeding our senses with goodness

Enigmatic spirits
Has their beauty shown
The valley offers her rich growth

Petals majestic thrive crimsoned with a glee
Their oils are a blessing to all
Green forms breathe, apples, and grass sculpted within a scene

In the Land of Roses
Bulgaria, oh jewel in the wild
Your wheat and your goods spring from deep like the waters

Freezing temperature outside of our nest.
We're like birds, inside we will rest.
Being together with you makes me feel blessed.

Words cannot describe our affection.
I am the mistake, and you are my correction.
In a world of imperfections, beautiful is our connection.
You are lovely when you come, twice as lovely when you go.

If you hide, I will search for you everywhere.
Be my guide, I will follow you even in the air.
You'll be by my side, and I will keep thinking of you.
You are something rare and we will stay a pair everywhere.

Morning's mist
fills my eyes with contradiction
my skin peels
by the purity of the silk.

The rainbow above painted my clothes
as my hunger got relieved
just by drinking milk.
Pain dropped
I started to feel like a blooming rose
with no worries.

Sadly, this was just a one meaningless fiction.
This is a little bit uncomfortable for me,
although this dream
began to heal my drug addiction:

''Purity could change my looks for the better
for the peeling skin symbolized
the removal of my old way of living.
I could finally stop being a go-getter.

Drinking milk showed me
that you can live your life,
and be sated
without being addicted to pain-soothers."

Somewhere in the night, shadows smolder in desolation,
humble branches dissolve in solitude.
Following the moonbeams to the branches, owls,
the birds of the night, licked in sorrows perch on top.

With a prayer they spread the darkness like a carpet on earth,
the raging flame does not subside, but angrily slides along the height, the wind whispers, but does not subside,
the dawn kisses the fields with its colors.
Somewhere in the night, in unison with the pale shore and sea,
the wind blows cold, the rain pours,
showering the soil with sadness, fluttering the veil of light.

Birds fly to a frantic memory, magical,
to cleanse their souls, to sow children's peace,
obsessed with clarifying the world, they embrace their children,
with their wings they press them tightly, and to the feasts in the spring bloom, they fly bearing peace on their backs, and keep their covenant.

Somewhere in the night, lilies on the river sway gently in deaf silence. Sparks go out under the veil of shadowy words,
and the dust noisy, and the ashes hot, colored by the firmament
and nature loving wrap our life towards eternity.

The night whispers, the wind blows on the branches,
the harvest grows and fills the fields, the leaves tremble,
with a slight tremor the universe shakes the vines.
And let the rain fall for a long time, whispering rhythmically,
a song gently sings, so fabulously ringing,
it pours over the plains, crumbles the rocks and flourishes.

Somewhere in the night where death and life intersect,
and the silent trunks absorb sleep from the fields,
there the shadows smolder in the mist, where the stems are tender
and showered by the rain build the leaves.

The night whispers, the mountain turns black,
bathed in dew, the bushes rustle like autumn leaves,
and the sky is showered with bright beads.
Flocks of birds fly over scorching fields,
the stars speak verses, and kindle the morning spark,
the day dawns, the gardens ripen, and the birds find new land.

The Leaf flows in the air waves
Gold glows in the skies
the wind guides its path forward

The core of life smiles to the emerald maiden,
but fallen stars encircle her with thorns.
Candy canes are twirling in the wind
when lust transform them into melting snow.

O Macedoniо, sister of Mysia and Thrace, why do you curse,
why do you so cruelly trample your children, to whom do you condemn them?
You are chasing your original Bulgarian blood, which way are you going?
Weep for the suffering of generations, don't deny it.
Don't hide your sorry past, don't hide it.

Deny your will to purify your consciousness.
Put out the fire of discord, shelter the spirits of our common history.
The past is the fuel of the future, the air of your breath.
Honor your heroes, don't divide the people and don't sow agony.
We know of your age-old torments, we hear your present sobs.

Macedonio, dear sister, you burn the memory of your children.
You drive your Bulgarian children out of the oven of your father's fire, you pour out duplicity. Why do you **** your history, why do you pour out wrong anger?
Your ancestors, the forgotten heroes, have left a memory of greatness.
Do you remember the ages bathed in masculine power and eternal glory?

Your children, an integral part of a long-suffering family, seek protection.
Have you forgotten that blood does not mix with water, and that the old Bulgarian thrones, with which fate has gifted you, rise near Vardar.
Know that a tree without its roots under the firmament perishes, and you yourself are too proud, without turning to your sisters you depress.

Macedonia, didn't your rebels lay down their bones for freedom?
Do not bury your Bulgarian memory, do not abuse your dear children with malice.
Don't forget your real enemy, and he is self-serving and conquers you.
Let your children grow in your springs, and when they grow up to rise up, with heroic strength to protect you from your evil ones.

People, do not stop seeking and asserting your true nature.
Remember the work of your ancestors, fight for their souls to rest.
Where songs are sung, where poems are read, life burns.
Voivodes are born to wash away the common shame and unite the people.
Heroes who will revive the fatherland from the ashes of the rout.

Where it has flowed, it will flow again..

ring planet shivers
floral stardust is mirrored
in sheer black matter

A wise guru once said:
"A land with no culture that is relying on finances will fall."

Deeds are deeper to analyze.
Psychotic painter draws two brothers fighting.
He dabs with brush lunacy on the palette.
Signing a virus onto media to frighten us, gain our fortune.

And his flames irradiate from looking boxes.
Hypnotizing, he scourges our perception of Russia.
He foreshadows his evil plan west from across the Atlantic ocean.
Can he operate our responses?

The painter watches from the sky as he sits on a mountain throne.
His Empire of lies he founded in slavery and ******.
He drips blood from his nose and beard.
Silencing his victims, he draws their cries.

He places an eagle on his shoulder with a crooked hand.
Predator's eyes lined up above his black disguise.
Sharping claws to hook into prey.
His cheeky smile hid beneath the falling day.

''Justice'', he says. ''Justice will be directed by my will.''

Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Vietnam, Cuba, Puerto Rico, Bosnia, Serbia, Haiti, Kuwait, Nicaragua, Libya, Korea, Panama, and Japan left buried beneath the dust of his unleashed hell.
A grieving continuation. Throughout the eradication of old Indians, unfortunate Africans, and Mexicans. Nobody heard then, and nobody prayed. Eyes and prayers are now in Ukraine.

Ukrainians bombed peaceful Russian people in Donbas.
Repeatedly harassing and retaliation came crashing.
In a great mess unclean, rubbing his hands in peace,
America's afraid to intervene.
Awaiting others to fight is in his scheme.
Listen to the Ukrainian president lying to the world,
his soldiers died on Snake Island.
A corrupt government generates hate on the backs of the Russian people.
The Russian bear is awakened, taking care of the invaders of his den. And the Ukrainian president hides behind the living shields of brave civilian men.

He smokes a pipe with a hat hiding his face.
NATO kept provoking, aiming at a new order.
Owning most media that spans Europe- America possess this place.
Russians never spoke against him, while he does and uses NATO to hide. Showing desperation to pay his debts towards Europe,
he made a bid to his mind.

"Russian soldiers have orders not to respond to provocations and protect civilians. They warn the people of Ukraine where they will strike to prevent the casualties. Do not listen to the Ukrainian president. He will do anything to stay in power."

crunchy leaves float
meadows dancing rain
wrapping sun in gray 🍂

brown ❆ branches
break ❉ white ❊ crystals
into ❅ disappearing ❊ pieces ❄️

crimson sky shivers
sounds of spring water heating
fuming snowy breath 🌷

sunburnt black branches
shake calmly in the night's breeze
connecting earth's force 🍃

The strings of love are vibrating
Notes float through the air waves
You are something you cannot see
Words better be said by the melody

Irreverent smiles hid beneath the falling day.
Sharpened claws to hook into prey.
Predator eyes lurking above a black disguise.
War is a pacifier for the unwise.

Over a dusty river circled under red skies.
Flowing in the wind, it sounds like a thousand cries.
War drips her blood from the nose and mouth.
Drinks azure oceans to usher infernal drought.

Rubbing hands in a great mess of unclean.
War is a smoking pipe that numbs all being.
Grey curtains separate infants and a mother's milk.
It forces internal wounds to soak on red silk.

War flies like an owl in the dark.
It mirrors her eyes in a burning spark.
Machine scourge dispatched the meek.
Youth lies iced on a lambent specters' peak.

A lone nightingale winks from a burnt branch
deep into the living forest-- the nightingale sings.
Nighttime howls from wolves across the hills soothe the solitude in its voice.
The surface of the world-- majestic and aquatic quilt holds all life together.

Nightingale shadows fly and send their breath across the falling atmosphere.
A nearby owl envisions the moon with its eyes.
Animals respond to the cycle of nature below the pouring fresh rain
for the grains to grow up, waters will feed them.

Nearby animals taste life under the misty skies as the forest grows.
Thunder waits for the nightingales to weep into blackness disguised
silently they let their tears ripple into the waters.
The bird on the branch stands like an altar.

Autumn comes like the chariot of a lover worshiping romance
trees shift into brighter shades-- they get older with every hour spent.
Feeling sleepy, the birds sense their slightest vibrations--
the storm was experienced colder, and thunder sounded louder.
Dry leaves merge with the wilting grasses
the leaves hover into the wind manifesting the outcome.

Here within the eye of the storm in the pureness of earth
a bird's moan punctures glasses built on the verge of civilization.
The border between those two worlds is shaking
all birds will leave to the south searching for refuge away from the deep sleep incoming and frightful gray dreams.

goodness is echoing from their flight
caressing abandoned puddles, along with the breeze
feeds dusty grass beads and the specks of dirt are crumbling
lilies in the valley succumb to the shaking
all eyes get directed towards the outcome.

Dark Echoes of screams
in the terror of our dreams
Transcending virtue

The sun slipped through
Bright shadows come shimmering
A loving child leaps into a puddle
It pours the morning dew

Cleft clouds onto the floor
Where glimmering fantasies fall
Crystalline fingers dim
As fresh as dawn drizzle the night dash in

Wild swamp brimmed in flowers.
Frogs glide on damp open lilies.
Croaking below the cloak of an oak tree
Prest to leap on a leafy log

Adoring the old tree bringing warmth
The lilies soak in eternity
A signed by life affinity
Sets us free like the wind

The sun and rain sparkle in color
Rainbow paints the petals green
Frogs drink water with skin
Utterly dry, they hop on moist soil

The old tree inclines to the earth
Wind shuffle leaves rustle
Unfurling petals of roses
Swaying in the falling rain

Earth and water
Connected in a vow
To each a jewel in the wild
Both live to fill each other's desire

Empty fog rests on beings' entire.
Mirroring entities listen to the forest's choir.
Stretching myself to infinity in a dream
Time flows like elusive steam

Irreverent smiles hid beneath the falling day.
Sharping claws to hook into prey.
Predator eyes lurking above a black disguise.
War is a pacifier for the unwise.

Over a dusty river circled under red skies.
Flowing in the wind, it sounds like a thousand cries.
War drips her blood from the nose and mouth.
Drinks azure oceans to usher infernal drought.

Rubbing hands in a great mess of unclean.
War is a smoking pipe numbing all being.
Grey curtains separate infants and a mother's milk.
It forces internal wounds to soak on a scarlet silk.

War flies like an owl in the dark.
It mirrors her eyes in a burning spark.
Machine scourge dispatched the meek.
Youth lies iced on a lambent specters' peak.

Following her deep into the pale smokes of the cave,
the butterfly spreads her wings to fly.
I step gently and quietly hear her motions.

She is my roof against the snow,
and the snow was the bullying I endured during my childhood.
I was blind, and she cured me.

The butterfly kisses the fog, and I embrace its guidance.
I feel one with her. She comforts me that I will find my way.
The sun rays penetrate the dense fog as the cave's walls deplete.

The black butterfly disappears into the light.
I got left with nothing but a lesson whispered in my ear by the sun:
''Once you are free from the blackness,
my guidance has completed your journey!''

Your eyes shine like crystals
they are azure blue like the heavens.
Your words flow deep like rivers, they intoxicate me like the rain the grass.
Your lips are like forest roads crossing fields. They lead me along the path to the moon, where the stars speak verses and light the morning spark.

smile of a sparkling silver
shining with jewels in a thousand linings
a girl gazes at the stars declining.

below the tinge of a moon outline, light peeps
in her way soaring from blossoming skies
doves grab the fire within her eyes

a thatch of thick rose hair
rests on her shoulder and blazes in dark flare
it curls to the voice of her prayer

she weeps her shadow, couched inside his clutch
teardrops flow as rain toppling on a puddle
shaky as branches, she struggles

The pink sunset gently caresses the lilacs.
They are guests at the awakening of the blossoming breath of spring.
Accept my sensual embrace
and let the spring flowers show my love for you.

Milk-white trees cross in the light waves of the wind.
Cherry branches sway and calmly sing
to the twitching forsythia and the dance of emerald fields.
In front of this morning landscape I say out loud: "Welcome, my spring!"

Strawberry rivers in daylight cross my path, and crimson pomegranate hearts passionately kiss the surface.
The aroma of the crisp coffee leads me
to your captivating beauty, stopping time for the felt moment,
when together with you we become one.

Nature wakes up to give birth to
the colorful children of mother earth.
We gather together in devotion,
cherishing our love with symphony notes and the vibrations of vivid emotions.

The crunchy chocolate starts to melt,
and the sun arrives to warm us.
Raindrops drown us in a stream of unity and a new beginning comes in our souls. Let our eyes open our hearts, to accept the shades of the light.

Your soft, shining tresses light the path of love,
and your sky-blue eyes keep me from cold and sadness.
Your artfully sculpted beauty is like no other.

Although you are far from me, know that you will always excite me.
I will be euphoric when you mention my name.
I am for you and you are for me and always will be, Victoria.

Even if the coldest winter envelops us, know
that somewhere there will be someone to hug you.
And from the other side of the world, my heart will tremble for you.

Smiling faces under a heavenly voice.
Longing and passions are far behind us.
I pray that we remain with smiling faces;
- with a song and in enthusiasm. Baby promise, let the moment last forever...
My heart begs you, my dear. My soul burns to kiss you!
Without these longings and passions to throw ashes and embers,
upon our souls under the bright rays of the sun.
I will never be silent.
At sunset I will sing a song.

When we walk together, I leave cares and sorrows behind.
Strong I stay with you, with your kisses dear.
I wander in a frenzy, but your voice leads me forward.
- in carelessness and warmth. Cover me in your tender lap, be with me.
My soul trusts in you, dear. Your hugs conquer me.
Your eyes are the fertile soil and your lips are the environment.
Your springs intoxicate my soul like the rain the grass.
Whenever I'm sad and gloomy and being alone.
I know that you will always embrace me, shelter me in your temple.

Our love burns open.
Love is wrapped in the coming sunset and cries for us.
Our past days beneath our feet have hid;
-without a song and a smile on face. You left me with a bitter voice...
My heart melts, my dear. My soul whispers and desires you!
In past days and tribulations, your lips promised me you,
under the sky I dream and walk in the mud.
I will always stop along the way and gasp again.
Feeling grim I will call your name.

It's withering away,
like a flower without water,
dying alone and drying in dismay.

The black clouds have obscured the sky,
and the sun's burning flames sustain life.
It's piercing the heart, blooming with light.

The Death of Love is like an unsung song.
It's tender to dream of listening but cruel when it doesn't play.
Words are left unspoken, and separation is prolonged.

You and I, what we left due to not knowing that sparks set up the fire,
but a lone spark fades in the wind's evil howling.
Vanity is loving oneself or believing you rest close to a playing lyre.

Let us embrace the end, not succumb to our desires.
The fires still burn within the darkest nights.
Forget the past and live, bursting out of the briars.

And our love is a forgotten song.
It's endearing to dream about but callous to forget.
Words are left unspoken, and the disunion prolongs.

Her eyes are shining emeralds and her breath is the scent of cinnamon.
Her lips are caramel, she steps elegantly like a gazelle.
She fills me up, the thread between us is so strong
butterflies flutter from her voice, her hair flutters like crimson streaks, and I immerse myself completely in her abundant beauty.
Time remembers only what is real.
Her kiss banishes laziness, and her maiden bliss
preserves our moment from here to eternity.
Devotion is our journey.
Life is our destination.
We awaken in the senses.
The ****** of love is that everything shines when she is near.
Let's dance together under the moonlight
and we wake up together with joyful eyes under sunlight
and cherish our moment from here to eternity.

Through the valleys, sparkling rivers flow, soothing us with lively sounds and renewing the forest alleys.
The wind blows, yellow ink paints fertile soils, and above, the birds call, dance in the rain, chirp on the branches, bathe in the air in the oils of the Sun showers.

The trees are tall towers, and the stones below lie wrapped in silver foil. They envelop the depths of our earth's core,
remembering the past and preserving our home for centuries blessed to come. Our hearts play the strings of life. May our eyes be emptied of prejudice and despair.

I bow to thee - the bestower of beauty to all.
You are the artist on the black paper, while the blue mountains are the throne of your kingdom. You look over the vicinities of life as you guide us walking in the chaos. Your colors fill the blank paper with the motley rays of spring, and the drawing is always there.

Mist arising from the palms of his hands,
dark clouds with red linings above his lands.
He was red-hot under the collar picturing an ugly view.

A man demanding everybody to obbey his iron commands.
Jack would get irritated if someone accidentally approached his yards.
Mixing water with wine was his most favorite thing to do.

People were scared from his red-like shadow.
Their blood ran cold and adrenaline grow,
emotions flow, fears show, minds slow.

A white sand raining
on a beach of an island
in snowy black sea
silver tides cool the heat
as I throw off some snowballs

She hides her irreverent smiles under the falling sun. War sharpens its claws to drive them into its prey. He lies under a veil gloomy. It has the eyes of a predator lurking under a black mask, it holds its dolls in eternal captivity and dependence. War is a pacifier for the unwise.

Over dusty rivers, circling beneath blood-red skies. It blows on the wind and sounds like a thousand screams. War pours blood from its nose and mouth.
She drinks the living waters to cause a hellish drought on the human lands.

She rubs her hands in the big mess of dirt. She feeds her young with poison. War is a smoking pipe that numbs human beings.
Her gray curtains separate the babies from the mother's milk. Makes the red silk absorb the internal wounds.

War flies like an owl in the night. A smoldering spark burns in her eyes. The scourge of war strikes the peaceful and leaves scars for eternity. Little children lie frozen in time like bright ghosts beneath the gray mist.