Its a cold war to run from,

Chasin the violence,

Never accepting peace,

What do you tell the little boy that doesn't care about defeat.

How do you rise against succes.

Backwards preaching to say the less.

Its a cold war to run from,

and as we spin in this conundrum,

We forget were we've come from,

Bare back and crazed.

Seems like we are slowly going back to that stage.

Reptative Evolution.

Where is the solution.