War war,

The paradox of war. The shedding of blood. Understand what's in store. Those who you fight,

With blade lifted high, Are just like you. They live, bleed, die. And for what? The claiming of land, Revenge for a blow, Or stubborn stand, I'm not saying, do not fight, but before you do, Stop, are you in the right? Protecting a friend, and not selfish endeavors, Standing for the weak, not pride that says never. If you're in the right, Fight on my friend, just figure out what you're fighting for, before the end. A ship, without a rudder, will go off course. The same goes, for a bridleless horse.