Raining from above, the fires of Hell ravage the land
All of life is burned up upon the face of the earth
It does not distinguish one life from another
Father, mother, brother, sister, son, daughter, adult or child
All are consumed by the destruction
A lone soldier watches in the distance
His job of destruction is done, but, was it worth it?
He fights to protect peace, yet denies peace to his enemies
What is going through their heads?
Are they not also fighting for what they believe to be right?
Tears stream down his face as he comes to a realization:
In order to change anything, one must be willing to become that which they fear most.
One must become a monster.
Death becomes us all, but are we willing to become Death?
Which of us has the right to become Death?
Which of us can claim that responsibility?
Under which circumstances must the law be rewritten?
Under which circumstances must the law be ignored and broken?
Who in this world can bring about the change?
Who can make that decision?
Only you.