In heavy slumber, a beautiful dream comes over me. A dream of peace and love across the globe, prosperity like never before. My consciousness is restored by the Dawn of War. The roar of battle shatters dreams, the air erupts with screams.
I am reluctant to take up the sword, to dive into the nightmare of war. To see the bleeding and dying litter the ground, to see the newly made orphans search for mom. To see men turn into monsters.
To see the dawn of war rips lives asunder. The idea of war is man's greatest blunder.
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