IS THE STORY OF LIFE

Piece of the atlas has peace at last.
It should always be fore, before at last.
Lessen this inane war ranting thirst, at last...  
For lesson warranting peace first at last.

Jealousy manifest as rodomontade at others expense and 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.
Violence is the infernal embodiment of mental boundaries.
Might is behind an indomitable force propelled through uncertainty.
War formulates from this absolute completion of incomprehension.
As racist races pass races to parse past traces to keep combat on, as their time lapse.
Is the story of life?