[MommyAlien]

"We are not perfect, we are mortal."

We are all sinners aren't we? Not a single one of us perfect in his eyes.
All of us fighting for a purpose, similar at the very core of being.
Yet, we kill each other. Spilling our sacred blood onto the life bearing ground.
Will I ever be strong enough to stop this?
Weak.
Will I be able to prevent the bloodshed of others? 
Thus this is the way it should be. 
Blood will always be shed, that strength I crave.
The purpose of all wars is peace at the end.
Weak
Submit to me, for I will make your paths straight.
Trust in me with all your heart, for I will be the rock to lean on.
In difficult times stand on my words.
No weapon formed against you will prosper then.
Weak.