Essay: Was is wrong.

In the times of war, bullets flied and people died in red pools of innocent blood. War emerges from many reasons. And from ages to ages, wars have become the most feared disaster ever known to mankind. It happens in a snap, and nations would burn and people with suffer in agony and pain. Blood begets blood. One drop spilt, more to come. Take World War Two for instance, Germany was a brutish force. Hitler led his men to vast annihilation of Jewish men. So poor the fate of Jews of the old. Thousand were killed. Millions grieved and blamed and enraged. War was wrong right from the start. But it happened still and killed so many and smeared dark patch of clotted blood in the pieces of recorded time. And the one reason that drives this holocaust is no other than the brazen ignorance of men. Childish, dark desires of conquering others in the name of one nation and fattening the people of that one nation. Regardless of what torments others endured.

The beggining is the end is the beggining by Smashing Pumpkins. Watchmen theme song.

Send a heartbeat to
The void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass
For now we stand alone
The world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate
With no more to hate

Is it bright where you are
And have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
My old secrets laid
We can watch the world devoured in its pain

Delivered from the blast
The last of a line of lasts
The pale princess of a palace cracked
And now the kingdom comes
Crashing down undone
And I am a master of a nothing place
Of recoil and grace

Is it bright where you are
And have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in its pain

Time has stopped before us
The sky cannot ignore us
No one can separate us
For we are all that is left
The echo bounces off me
The shadow lost beside me
There's no more need to pretend
Cause now I can begin again

Is it bright where you are
And have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
my old secrets laid
We can watch the world devoured in its hate
Strange

Candles

There was a man, who stayed in a wooden cottage in the countryside. He wasn't poor, but he wasn't the slightest bit of what you call rich either.

And there was a neighbour of his who lived their whole life in a broken cottage. There lived a mother and a daughter. Apart from paying some domestic bills, they were so poor they couldn't afford anything more than some food to relieve their hunger every once in a while.

One day, there was a black-out. The night sky covers the land in darkness. Light rain-drops fell and soon a heavy downpour came. The two cottages were without electricity and surrounded in total blackness.

The daughter of the man's neighbour came knocking his door.

"Yes?" asked he to the girl.

"Sir, do you happen to have any candles?" asked she.

The man thought, 'If I lend this child my candles, she would grow dependent on me. Then she and her mother would know my generousity, and they would come for more.'

Therefore he shouted at the girl, "No! Be gone! I have no candles for you! Leave!"

Just when the man was about to slam the door, a wide innocent smile flared on the girl's face.

"Oh, sir! I knew you had no candles, so I've brought two for you. We have just three but my mom and I can share just one. But you living alone must be strong against the cold tonight! Here, have a great night!" said the girl, so happily, so willingly.

The man, in silence, cried in his heart. In remorse of his selfishness.

The man hold the girl closely in his arms and said, "Come live with me tonight. Tell your mother. We will share our candles."

...If only we let our nature guide us rather than the self-importance, imagine how this world could be.

Heal the world. Make it a better place.

Originally made by Cj Han.