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.