I saw - angels - hovering over the heads of soldiers on bloody – smoke ridden battlefields. Like halos they circled over in a continuous - hypnotic motion. Like vultures - scouring the terra firma for their vital victuals. Their wings grey from all the ash and soot. The war zone was like a plague. It turned everything it embraced to ruins; everything it touched to something that resembled a rotting carcass of a being that not long ago was living. The soldiers, molded with the flames from the scorching terrain, were already dead. They just didn't know it then. All their faces were lifeless but unyielding. It was near impossible to separate the barely living from the deceased. Silent - sky bound hands looked like flowers as the corpses lay, creating a red garden that seemed to lead to the horizon. Empty shells, like seeds, planted itself into the blood soaked ground, pushing itself further and further into the blood drenched earth so as to find a place that’s better than the hell above. Even the sky, once of a bluish hue, now seemed like it was at war with the world.The dreadful sound of heavy thunder was no match for the screams of the countless dying below. Those who fell in that forsaken land kept falling – with eyes wide open - finding nothing but cold emptiness for company. “Advancement”he said, “is an imperfect and often a very violent process. A battle between what exists and what is yet to subsist. In the midst these chaotic conflicts,morality and logic loses its meaning. The question of good and evil is reduced to one simple choice: survive or perish.”