No One Wins a War

Madness & Meaning No one truly wins a war. Bloodshed for bloodshed— puddles turning to rivers of crimson. A symphony of screams, agony, and gunfire. Sparks fly as metal clashes against metal. Disfigured weapons and shattered armor lie scattered. Tears dried on faces etched with pain and regret. A silent field—lifeless, yet loud with loss. Corpses, now a feast for wild beasts and maggots. One bullet. One sword. That’s all it takes to shatter a family, to leave an orphan, a widow, a grieving child. A hero? A survivor? Perhaps just a wounded man, bearing scars no eyes can see. No bandage, no medicine, can heal the broken soul of a man who is dying… yet still alive.