People long for and try to get rid of peace at the same time. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4…Oh wait, look at her… her exquisite body, her small but soft breasts, her skin like pearl… slowly pulling her stockings on… Alright, let’s keep going. 3, 2, 1. That was the end. Peace was interrupted. They wanted to have what they have. So they decided to fight. People and horses, rumbling over the hills and across the lands, like an angry elephant that has gone savage, like a train that has gone out of control. Silent cries and shouts disappearing in the flying dirt and ashes. Then came out as roaring racing cars. Too fast. Way too fast. The gravity could not hold it anymore. They flew off the track and fell apart as they tumbled to the side or to the bottom of the cliff. Leaving clouds of ash and dirt behind them. That was the end. That was the story. There was food, there was peace. That was the story. “Airships are gigantic… magnificent. I wonder how it looks like from a higher place.” “I’ll take you there.” So they danced at the edge of the top of a building. Then went higher and higher. Into the clouds. That was the story. Battleship, submarine. She smiled. Her gorgeous body and the enchanting look in her eyes fired the torpedo. Explosion. People long for and try to get rid of peace at the same time. People know that. Waves swallow, but we surf anyways. Bikes and planes may crash but we race in them anyways. But if one day everything started to fall apart. Bridges. And even the airship. Falls from the sky in flames. Bombs. Volcanoes. Who gave whom the power? Are we looking for peace or not? Roaring racing cars that drives too fast. Sky diving. In the flames, the airship’s skeleton was crying in pain. While we look for violence innocent animals and people were involved. What about them? The airship kept burning. Ship sank. People were shot in the heads, hanged, and left to rot. Fired another torpedo. Explosion again. Dead elephants. People dying and crying. When will peace arrive? The airship kept burning. Are we proud of this, really? Distorting peace. Are we proud of this? Something has died so long ago. Like a ship that has sank to the bottom of the ocean centuries ago. Look for it. Look for it. It’s lying somewhere where the sunlight can no longer reach. When will they believe us, I don’t know, I don’t eevne know what im doing so I decided to look at some books