Text about humanity of humans and affection of their behaviours on society and environment.

Just some of my stupid drawings

"Kill or be killed", the war has begun. Steel sounds and banging shields swallowed the dawn until dusk. The game of death has been played by everyone, safety never had an assurance. The fire and blood had been flowing as the pain beneath the screams and steel screeches took over the scarlet sky. Death is the only sound heard. The slashing, piercing and cutting by blades owned the world that blood colored the land. They can follow the rhythm and feel the silver sound but death will always be inches away.

You heard me, I like eating glue