Day of the Hunter, Day of the Prey

Some days belong to the hunter, some days belong to the prey. Never satisfy your hunger fighting only for a new day. Every war has many battles, every soldier many lives to take. From our mortal stupor death grimly rattles, announcing its time to finally awake. If a record number of dead is our lasting contribution, what can ever be said of human evolution? What is the real point of an expensive education if serving only to anoint false prophets of damnation? Please forgive the humble for daring to object if the law of the jungle is all one lives to respect. Dying to hone a skill, passed down countless centuries, those living only for the kill are their own worst enemies. Never to ignore the true meaning of Hell, to write in times of war is to wage war against oneself. As many are now deceased, long before life's begun, a man is not a beast and should never act like one. If spilling blood is a right, not of passage but of life, embracing this mortal plight leads only to soulless strife. Animals who must kill in order to survive only remain perfectly still while longing to be alive. Violence will never cease while settling an endless score, there is no lasting peace for those living only for war. As our lives are filled with mindless aggression, to kill or be killed is the only real question. While praying for the day that finally ends all war, who can truly say man is now better than before? Old weapons in production have only given way to weapons of mass destruction that all fears never allay. If life's primary goal is always having more, what becomes of the soul surrendering only to war? Yesterday's fearsome hunter is tomorrow's defenseless prey, living and dying for a number, the faithless are led astray. Will there ever come a time when living in peace is not a crime? Will there ever come a day when man kneels only to pray? Perhaps we still need to evolve before finally having a chance to find the requisite resolve to adopt a religious stance. So a man of religious conviction can against evil always prevail, the Messiah outlived crucifixion as the author of a divine tale. And so dear friend who is truly winning if every violent end is just a new beginning? When fighting only for survival one should never live to forget: every departure bears a new arrival, every death a new sunset.