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What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time...
But for a certainty back then
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves....
Yet even back then, we ran like the wind
Whilst our laughter echoed
Under cerulean skies...

The world turns
So slowly
And softly.
Quietly, smoothly, we awaken.
We run and crawl,
Walk and dance.
We play and play music.
Sing, speak,
Hope,
Love.
For a time we are true.

Even in the midst of war,
A child like I can be true to their selves.
They can be.

We laughed and played earlier in the day, didn't we?
We made jokes and ate bread as we boated on the water.
We knew of war, we lived of war.
We lived war,
And we had seen death before.
We had seen the coffins lined up before us in rows.
The numbers and names engraved on each baring it's own special meaning
To each different person, still alive.

It all changed so suddenly,
From the beauty of the cerulean sky to the horror of a red sunset,
A bloody red sunset.
As quickly as that.

The war came alive again as the beautiful colors faded from the sky,
Replaced by the ugly colors of war and fire and death.
There were screams and there was sorrow again,
People running and fighting,
Skewering and hitting with everything a person could find.
People were always so easily killed,
So easily broken by a snapped neck or a slit wrist.

Before we knew it everything was thrown askew,
One of us was missing and we couldn't find him.
We worried, one had seen him being attacked,
One had seen him tying to fight alone,
We feared.

The world was crushed that day,
Several times over.
To us, that was
Must have been
When it seemed to truly start
For us,
Though it had been going for so long then.
So long we had been fighting,
Separately and together,
But when we had the images of our friend's possible death
And then later the factual images of his hospitalization
Everything crashed and burned.

He could never be the same,
And neither could we,
Nightmarish images trapped within their minds,
Coming and becoming more and more real
With every passing moment
In every second
In every minute
In every hour
In every day
In every week
In every time that we spent passing
Growing farther and closer than we had ever imagined possible.

We ourselves did not notice the change,
Only that everything had suddenly been struck down,
Banished from the small hope for childhood that had clung
To that one boy who we almost lost
And he had lost his previous hope forever.

We had lost our hope as well.
From that point onward, we only realized the horror of the world,
The fear coming from nightmares,
The sorrow radiating of the rain,
The unknowing of battle,
The pure disbelief of return to life.

Light and darkness are opposites,
So to are white and black, right?
So how could I say that
Within us,
Children,
Supposedly innocent children,
Lies the greatest darkness seen
Throughout the world?
And yet together,
We form the only family we could have.
With the unity we create,
Just the few of us,
Whom are children,
We create hope and light for those around us.
So we dare to raise the question...

For you...
Your family,
Your friends,
For you

What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time...