What is it that we desired so much?

What are we fighting for and what rewards await us? We fight without knowing anything. That is war. Bullets that discard age and spark through body and mind while knowing nothing. That is war. We fight even though we do not know. Even if someone betrays us. Even if someone plants a spy within. We fight knowing nothing. That is war.

Where is our destination?

The horizon where the sun rises beyond? Or the eclipse shining with black light in the sky? We do not know; no one knows the destination once this war ends. That place is war; war is that place. Even if the sun rises, we pick up our firearms; even if the eclipse appears, we scream into the radio. What are we doing in a space no one knows, and where is this place? We must look back at the world to find the answer. Or perhaps you will find the answer by walking that horizon, or reach the destination and rest. We do not know. That is war, that is the destination, and since the fragments of the peace we once enjoyed are scattered at the destination, We promise to gather those fragments and rebuild them once we arrive. We shall plant our flag on the pile of corpses atop a pool of blood to end the war. We shall ask God where our destination lies. Perhaps there is no answer here. Because