​Succeed

Wither and die, war machine. When nationalism grows past prides through to understanding that we were never as good as our means rather better for accepting our flaws and parts we’d seek to evolve past our ancestry. Remembering we are not alone here. We are not all safe. But together we can weed them out until there’s but shadows left to hide between. Leaving history behind, in bred superiorities fleeting with memories of conquest and the good brought through its teachings. Give strength to the fights of the old by releasing vengeful minds to mend broken times transcending beyond the finish line.