This, too, will be said,
That peace will define a nation.

When those who war for its own sake,
Look back in fear of their own demise.

When innocent  tears will flow like water,
That some will rue their evil days were long.

Most will stare and slowly shake their heads,
To see destruction for destruction sake.

Imaginations will still be hiding in the dark,
Hoping for something out of nothingness.

Lost souls will  laugh until they cry,
And heaven will open wide the doors of condemnation.

Evil voices  will loudly scream for blood no more,
And people will breathe again once more.