Hypocrisy of War WAR'S ENDLESS CYCLE The smell of power is in the air, bright lights that pain my eyes can be seen everywhere. The smell of death is in the air, bodies' dead, mangled, while thier screams pierce into my ears. No opposite of war just the carnage it brings, is this the life my mother planned for me? The sight sound and oh god the smell when will it all … [Read more...]