Can't see, Through the fog of war, The conflict hides so much. The blood of our foes, Boils over, and the steam makes, This Strange fog of war.
Time, Changes, Things, Move. One word never says it all. A, Single, Tweet, Holds, So, Little. Yet the world now revolves, Around, Such, Simple, Words. Truth is not a two-hundred-eighty character brawl.
Have you considered,
That when the skies turn blood red,
It's far, far too late?