The evil of brass casings, gun-green metal and war. Tanks crawling, death and destruction, sweet things turn sour, bodies in the canal, bodies torn and scattered like confetti or debris, tables turned over, confusion and a dead child that could have painted a masterpiece.
Peace. They hate the word as much as they hate the world and our Heaven, our God, our lives spent in terror, mine alone in melancholy for a reason, these demons never sleep, hatred lives in them and that's why they attack Israel, their apple is rotten, they want what is not theirs, like a lunatic, lover and a poet, it's madness, it's words, words, words.