Is the story of life

Part of the atlas has peace at last, but for peace to last
We must quench our war ranting thirst
For reasons at last warranting peace at first last

War formulates from absolute completion of incomprehension
Violence is the infernal embodiment of mental boundaries
Jealousy shows its self in the rodomontade of others aesthetic discomforts
Deceit is the woven fabrication of a materialistic sowing detractor
Anger is always within range it depends on ‘r order in the matter
Might is behind an indomitable force that propels uncertainty
Racist races, pass races to parse past traces to keep a combat on as their time lapse
Is the story of life