Some have said that war has a sister, a more friendly kind who only arise when her brother have entirely become blind to justice. She whets her sword, gathers her children and enlist for the battle. She rises for a just purpose, a reasonable cause and seeks to eliminate her brother’s dangerous threats. She has thought and considered, but unable to determine a better way to rid her brother of this vile course; so her hands is forced. She resorts to the same act, the same crimes but driven under the banner of justice. She is more tolerable but causes the same devastation but brings hope. She sigh and cries, she wields unwillingly and in all her struggles has yet to disarm her brother’s ways.
But the day will come when war will be locked away, eternally banished and never seen. He will be as a myth, a hideous dream, a terrible stench. That day shall be glorious, it shall be majestic, men from all the worlds will melt their arsenals, all bullets will be buried and every Kalashnikovs thrown into space. Freedom will return, ethics will be freed, peace will reign, righteousness will rule, love will be possessed by all and no rules would be found. Oh that the day of the return of our Lord Jesus may be quick and fast, come now Lord Jesus, Come quickly.