Endless Cycles(Of War and Peace)

It'll kill us all at this rate.
And we're helpless to halt them.
These marches of Death.
These parades of Destruction.
They devour all in their path.
They are your enemies. They are mine.
Remember who you do not know.
The face of Madness is theirs.
Stop them all, or you will surely perish. Trust me.
Endless cycle. One of War.
One of Death and Destruction.
We fear insanity, but we fear another.
We fear change. But we still want it.
Which makes us insane.
Which makes us want to change ourselves.
Fearing your wants, hopes.
Dreams, desires, needs.
It kills you inside. But there is hope.
Hope is not an object.
Hope is a young girl's innocence.
Hope can exist in War.
Hope is real.
This innocence, Hope, shall guide us.
It shall guide us to a time of peace.
But how long will this Hope last?
All we know is that it will being peace.
A(hopefully) Endless Cycle of Peace.
It will not be long, we can safely assume...
Jut our luck. Nothing to be done.
Once more, we fall to despair.
And once more, War erupts.
We exist in Chaos, hoping.
Praying. Dreaming of peace.
But we are merely grabbing at dreams.
We all know peace is years away.
Realizing we shall be at War, we cry.
We lose ourselves. We forget hope.
We feel ourselves go insane.
Mad with desire, the War calls to us all.
We shall fight.