War is the single most destructive thing in the world. War destroys the beauty of life, with a power war between political figures. War does not discriminate, nor does it differentiate the good from the bad, the poor from the rich. Regardless of class, everyone is affected. War is the great equalizer.
It was outside my window. The banging, the crashes. Booms, clangs, and more death than I was able to handle.
I couldn’t understand it. I couldn’t comprehend it. How could someone want to declare something like this? How could someone support something like this? It was madness, and my country was hungry for it.
It’s a necessary evil. There is no way to reach world peace, even if the whole world desires it. We are creatures of hate, creatures of evil who desire warfare as much as we hate it. And because we hate warfare, we deny what we are, and soon the war is not only between each other, but also in ourselves.
The art of warfare has been handed down from generation to generation. it is the way of man and often provoked by woman. The son must fight the daughter must breed so that the war can continue.
it was an absolute mess. it was a waste land of bent metal and pipes, dirt and decay, bodies and blood. everywhere, it went on for miles it seemed.
and there was no escape. you had accepted your fate long ago, when the bombs had started to fall.
warfare makes me think welfare, many are on it I’m not sure what warfare is what causes welfare by putting a country in debt and causing people to go out of a job causing them to be put on welfare its a tragedy.
Her silence was stony, and his just as solid, they stood aloof, angry, the air bristling with tension. Insults were thrown like arrows, meant to hurt, and they clouded the sky like large black birds. This was the kind of war that could only result in heartbreak; where, instead of tanks and guns and missiles, a new kind of warfare was used–the kind that attacked the heart.
Warfare. What to think of it. There are the battles our soldiers are fighting against others abroad. But there are the internal battles we deal with within ourselves.
It is a spiritual warfare that we face every single waking moment of our christian lives. We deal with all kinds of attacks from the enemy and therefore we must be very vigilant to the many tactics of him who wages war with our souls. It is a must for us to stand strong in the Word of God and be wearing the FULL armor of God in order to become victorious in our daily walk with Christ!
I am against it. Turn the other cheek right? I am for it. I want to live in a safe environment where I can be free. This world has so many beliefs it would be crazy to think we could all live on the same planet without it. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. Why can’t tolerance rule this place?
i dont know what this word means or what im really supposed to know about it. i dont really pay attention to all the stuff in our history because im mainly focused on worrying about my future. i dont know but if i were to think really hard and try to guess i would said its about starting a war with a lot of people.
life is a warfare. a warfare among family, friends, foes, and all its a tough competitive world where the result of the warfare is success and failure is by product!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The little sound emitting from her laptop’s speakers took her from her homework, once again, back to AIM. The anonymous instant message opened, simply reading, “hey.” She didn’t realize that this would be the start to a whole new kind of warfare.
i dont like it. i like to pretend that it doesnt exist. and that this pretending gives me peace. and thats one of the many reasons why i will simply pick up my viola. to forget. and for peace. though i know that this does not always work, this pretending. but music does. music never fights, but always wins. it is the one truly effective escape. and, whether i wish it to or not, it may even be the mediator, the stalemate, to this war. in fact, it has the unbelievable ability to do things like turning enemies to lovers. or to bring what is incompatible together. music creates the harmony for the dissonance of life. and this is why i believe in it with every fiber of my being. and use it with every energy i have. and why it is my dream to share this treasure with all that i am.
I didn’t mean to start an argument with God. I did mean to, really, because I only really ever do what I want, and what you do is what you wanted to do anyway. But Jacob found himself arguing too, and he ended up with a lame leg and an entire nation of descendants.
My mind is in a constant state of warfare.
My heart is in a constant state of warfare.
My life is in a constant state of warfare.
I am in a constant state of warfare.
I’m waging a battle against myself;
Which side wins when I die?
life itself is a warfare – a mental warfare, where everyone tries to outdo one another. the weapons used may be different and the methods of attack may be different; well the results may also be different, but one thing is constant that is everyone is at war with one another at all points in time. life goes on………………………………………………
It’s an odd place. Four adversaries. Shifting alliances. Small skirmishes. Attack. Defend. Retaliate. Retreat. Reconfigure. Repeat. It’s warfare but it’s civilised. It cuts at your heart and soul.
this is what life wreaks upon us. the consequence is our patriotism. we appreciate whatever we call home. we search for profound things in the hope of gaining happiness. peace amongst the chaos. we read warm letters under the shelter of cold tents, the rain bombarding us from outside. it can turn us into cold, dark, brooding beings, peeking out at the world from beneath our smothering cloaks. it can turn all that we know into a horror, give us nightmares. or it can be our humanity. if so we choose. but i suppose, in the way of things, we are all a little mixed in those aspects. but then, after all this madness, we simply die. we quietly slip out of this world, though perhaps we are screaming for it to hear us just as we did when we first came in.
none of this seems at all strange. but what does, to me at least, is
~after all this meaninglessness do we finally find our freedom?
im not even concerned with reason. i just want to know that its worth all our fighting for.
Modern warfare is a battle of words. Slander and rebuke. Humiliation. Paid for by taxes and donations and first-level income across the globe.
There’s a man working in a cubicle for a newspaper. He has to write a vilifying article about a politician who he doesn’t know. The politician likes dogs and donates to Red Cross. The result: “Red Cross scandal regarding the mistreatment of innocent puppies.”
Trench warfare was a trite but true saying that made for an apt analogy when viewing how the siblings bickered. It was almost as though one refused simple requests for no reason other than the other had asked them.
the streets rang with the sound of bullets. guns spitting out their ammunition. bouncing off brick walls, dark red the color of the blood of victims. the cries of children brought me to my knees.
How is warfare justified? Shall we all become pacifists? War is justified because there is a genuine evil in this world. Hitler had to be stopped, but are the wars we are fighting today against Hitlers, or for our own agendas?
Love is a battlefield
And it’s Cupid’s warfare.
Bow and arrows strike the innocent
In the chest; in the heart.
Then they are corrupted,
With the feeling…
Of love.
war is sad, it hurts, but it’s necessary. it’s one of those things you wish would go away but not sure how life would go on if it did go away. how would we solve our problems? Do we lack the ability to be civilized? have we turned into brutes? sometimes I wonder. *sigh*
it’s people disliking other people, except not on facebook. with guns and knives. with words. with fists, and shiny brass knuckles. it’s people expressing their dislike towards other people, other causes, and other nations. it’s hurtful, and it is far reaching.
Love is a battlefield
And it’s Cupid warfare.
Bow and arrows strike the innocent
In the chest, in the heart
Then the are corrupted
With the feeling
Of love.
the children were victims of warfare.
it affected them in a different way than the adults.
they were young, unable to understand.
unable to understand the death and destruction.
I didn’t want to believe him when he told me. He’s my father but he says tough itmes are upon us. There is war coming and they’ve asked him to be in the front line. I didn’t know that day was going to be the last time that I’d ever see my father.
I saw the horses galloping through untamed wilderness with the light of early morning breaking through the mist. The cannons were not there and neither was I, but the horses galloped because I saw them.
It was constant warfare between reality and imagination. I wanted to turn the light off on the delusional imagination all of my old friends seemed to have. But there was a pity in me. I couldn’t completely blame them. When reality is taken out of someone’s life, what is there to turn to? False reality–something made up to get through life. Believing people are friends when they’re nothing more than obstacles is the only way for some. And the thought alone is depressing and frustrating all in one turn.
On the front lines of this battlefield
I have been wading through the shit for too long
I am here to protect my own
The opposition seems to only care about winning
I will fight as long as it takes to gain control of the best interests of my children
Warfare is shitty, it’s as simple as that. There is no reason that countries get so into conflicts that they break out the military and artillery. Issues should be resolved with love, not bombs. Love>War
War is the single most destructive thing in the world. War destroys the beauty of life, with a power war between political figures. War does not discriminate, nor does it differentiate the good from the bad, the poor from the rich. Regardless of class, everyone is affected. War is the great equalizer.
It was outside my window. The banging, the crashes. Booms, clangs, and more death than I was able to handle.
I couldn’t understand it. I couldn’t comprehend it. How could someone want to declare something like this? How could someone support something like this? It was madness, and my country was hungry for it.
It’s a necessary evil. There is no way to reach world peace, even if the whole world desires it. We are creatures of hate, creatures of evil who desire warfare as much as we hate it. And because we hate warfare, we deny what we are, and soon the war is not only between each other, but also in ourselves.
The art of warfare has been handed down from generation to generation. it is the way of man and often provoked by woman. The son must fight the daughter must breed so that the war can continue.
warfare of the mind. the learned against the ignorant. stupid people are breeding much more so they have numbers on their side. idk
it was an absolute mess. it was a waste land of bent metal and pipes, dirt and decay, bodies and blood. everywhere, it went on for miles it seemed.
and there was no escape. you had accepted your fate long ago, when the bombs had started to fall.
warfare makes me think welfare, many are on it I’m not sure what warfare is what causes welfare by putting a country in debt and causing people to go out of a job causing them to be put on welfare its a tragedy.
nothing is fair in warfare.
Her silence was stony, and his just as solid, they stood aloof, angry, the air bristling with tension. Insults were thrown like arrows, meant to hurt, and they clouded the sky like large black birds. This was the kind of war that could only result in heartbreak; where, instead of tanks and guns and missiles, a new kind of warfare was used–the kind that attacked the heart.
Warfare. What to think of it. There are the battles our soldiers are fighting against others abroad. But there are the internal battles we deal with within ourselves.
It is a spiritual warfare that we face every single waking moment of our christian lives. We deal with all kinds of attacks from the enemy and therefore we must be very vigilant to the many tactics of him who wages war with our souls. It is a must for us to stand strong in the Word of God and be wearing the FULL armor of God in order to become victorious in our daily walk with Christ!
i feel like my brain and heart are skilled in the art of warfare.
against each other.
i can’t tell who’s winning.
I am against it. Turn the other cheek right? I am for it. I want to live in a safe environment where I can be free. This world has so many beliefs it would be crazy to think we could all live on the same planet without it. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. Why can’t tolerance rule this place?
i dont know what this word means or what im really supposed to know about it. i dont really pay attention to all the stuff in our history because im mainly focused on worrying about my future. i dont know but if i were to think really hard and try to guess i would said its about starting a war with a lot of people.
life is a warfare. a warfare among family, friends, foes, and all its a tough competitive world where the result of the warfare is success and failure is by product!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blip.
The little sound emitting from her laptop’s speakers took her from her homework, once again, back to AIM. The anonymous instant message opened, simply reading, “hey.” She didn’t realize that this would be the start to a whole new kind of warfare.
“Point is, you guys’ve been dropped into this war.”
“I don’t want to do any fighting,” Zeph says automatically.
“Me either.” Ash looks at him. “I mean, we’re just kids. Why do we have to fight?”
“Your–our parents started it, so now it’s our job to end it whether you like it or not.”
i dont like it. i like to pretend that it doesnt exist. and that this pretending gives me peace. and thats one of the many reasons why i will simply pick up my viola. to forget. and for peace. though i know that this does not always work, this pretending. but music does. music never fights, but always wins. it is the one truly effective escape. and, whether i wish it to or not, it may even be the mediator, the stalemate, to this war. in fact, it has the unbelievable ability to do things like turning enemies to lovers. or to bring what is incompatible together. music creates the harmony for the dissonance of life. and this is why i believe in it with every fiber of my being. and use it with every energy i have. and why it is my dream to share this treasure with all that i am.
I didn’t mean to start an argument with God. I did mean to, really, because I only really ever do what I want, and what you do is what you wanted to do anyway. But Jacob found himself arguing too, and he ended up with a lame leg and an entire nation of descendants.
My mind is in a constant state of warfare.
My heart is in a constant state of warfare.
My life is in a constant state of warfare.
I am in a constant state of warfare.
I’m waging a battle against myself;
Which side wins when I die?
life itself is a warfare – a mental warfare, where everyone tries to outdo one another. the weapons used may be different and the methods of attack may be different; well the results may also be different, but one thing is constant that is everyone is at war with one another at all points in time. life goes on………………………………………………
It’s an odd place. Four adversaries. Shifting alliances. Small skirmishes. Attack. Defend. Retaliate. Retreat. Reconfigure. Repeat. It’s warfare but it’s civilised. It cuts at your heart and soul.
modern warfare is all about religion. your god, my god, all atop the mountain waiting for a righteous ending. who’s right? no one will ever know.
this is what life wreaks upon us. the consequence is our patriotism. we appreciate whatever we call home. we search for profound things in the hope of gaining happiness. peace amongst the chaos. we read warm letters under the shelter of cold tents, the rain bombarding us from outside. it can turn us into cold, dark, brooding beings, peeking out at the world from beneath our smothering cloaks. it can turn all that we know into a horror, give us nightmares. or it can be our humanity. if so we choose. but i suppose, in the way of things, we are all a little mixed in those aspects. but then, after all this madness, we simply die. we quietly slip out of this world, though perhaps we are screaming for it to hear us just as we did when we first came in.
none of this seems at all strange. but what does, to me at least, is
~after all this meaninglessness do we finally find our freedom?
im not even concerned with reason. i just want to know that its worth all our fighting for.
Modern warfare is a battle of words. Slander and rebuke. Humiliation. Paid for by taxes and donations and first-level income across the globe.
There’s a man working in a cubicle for a newspaper. He has to write a vilifying article about a politician who he doesn’t know. The politician likes dogs and donates to Red Cross. The result: “Red Cross scandal regarding the mistreatment of innocent puppies.”
Trench warfare was a trite but true saying that made for an apt analogy when viewing how the siblings bickered. It was almost as though one refused simple requests for no reason other than the other had asked them.
the streets rang with the sound of bullets. guns spitting out their ammunition. bouncing off brick walls, dark red the color of the blood of victims. the cries of children brought me to my knees.
How is warfare justified? Shall we all become pacifists? War is justified because there is a genuine evil in this world. Hitler had to be stopped, but are the wars we are fighting today against Hitlers, or for our own agendas?
“Check mate!”
“No fair! You must’ve cheated! I want a re-match!”
“No way, I beat you fair and square; now hand over the cookie!”
Love is a battlefield
And it’s Cupid’s warfare.
Bow and arrows strike the innocent
In the chest; in the heart.
Then they are corrupted,
With the feeling…
Of love.
war is sad, it hurts, but it’s necessary. it’s one of those things you wish would go away but not sure how life would go on if it did go away. how would we solve our problems? Do we lack the ability to be civilized? have we turned into brutes? sometimes I wonder. *sigh*
it’s people disliking other people, except not on facebook. with guns and knives. with words. with fists, and shiny brass knuckles. it’s people expressing their dislike towards other people, other causes, and other nations. it’s hurtful, and it is far reaching.
Love is a battlefield
And it’s Cupid warfare.
Bow and arrows strike the innocent
In the chest, in the heart
Then the are corrupted
With the feeling
Of love.
the children were victims of warfare.
it affected them in a different way than the adults.
they were young, unable to understand.
unable to understand the death and destruction.
I didn’t want to believe him when he told me. He’s my father but he says tough itmes are upon us. There is war coming and they’ve asked him to be in the front line. I didn’t know that day was going to be the last time that I’d ever see my father.
I saw the horses galloping through untamed wilderness with the light of early morning breaking through the mist. The cannons were not there and neither was I, but the horses galloped because I saw them.
It was constant warfare between reality and imagination. I wanted to turn the light off on the delusional imagination all of my old friends seemed to have. But there was a pity in me. I couldn’t completely blame them. When reality is taken out of someone’s life, what is there to turn to? False reality–something made up to get through life. Believing people are friends when they’re nothing more than obstacles is the only way for some. And the thought alone is depressing and frustrating all in one turn.
On the front lines of this battlefield
I have been wading through the shit for too long
I am here to protect my own
The opposition seems to only care about winning
I will fight as long as it takes to gain control of the best interests of my children
Betrayal. Heartbreak. Pain. Loss. Victory.
I have known all of these feelings, and more. I have felt triumph and pain.
But I have no choice.
That is what comes with the art of warfare.
Warfare is shitty, it’s as simple as that. There is no reason that countries get so into conflicts that they break out the military and artillery. Issues should be resolved with love, not bombs. Love>War