Why is there war?
Why do we tear apart our neighbours,
And leave them bleeding on the streets?

Why do we rule?
Why do we seek power,
When we can be stronger banded together?

Why do we ****?
Why

Why do we fight?
Why do we fight if we never set things right,
And often ruin our sweet solitude?

Conquest is the first fall.
Conquest is the last rise.
Conquest is the end of all peace