#WonderHellblazer short stories

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"World of "War""

When the flesh is weak.... They resort to modification and genetics When the sky is bleeding.. They resort to hate, violence and genocide When the moon is cracking.. They return to their animal instincts out of defense, the offensive or involuntary needs When the Earth is cracking.. It croaks it's natural hidden blood for all to see, only for it to be exploited upon.. When the very concept of "War" is questioned.. It is answered with execution.. but sometimes the idea of it begins to crack... and sometimes a few or only one will answer the question... and that answer is.... "The very concept is of Violence, Winter, Dust and Blood.. And in the end you can only keep a few things.." as tons of gun fire and a cacophony of noises of gutteral screams, mortal screams, bestial screams and explosions are heard in the distance of flames and "war"

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"Death to the Righteous"

They say like all old tales, the world is not a kind place.. as here in this desert lay a pool of blood... and all who remains.. a man with a bloody knife a man who lost everything, one must imagine what it means to lose seemingly everything as this person was nothing but a tool for something much worse losing your family's children that you hold dearly, your siblings slaughtered by a rival to your family out at the dirt.. he tried to enact revenge admist the battle killing their siblings and other members of their family out in the bloody battle as well, leading to a continuation of the cycle of revenge, spite, and violence but there is no stopping violence completely, as "that's how the world is".. as is as is, the world is built on spite...

sometimes it is inevitable that you can't save something or someone you know your gonna lose soon whether they are inevitably gonna die eventually and/or brutally, the world doesn't care, not once or twice Death oversees all and overhangs above all that lives, as it is death's decision to have some lives to end inevitably in a tragedy no one will ever hear you scream in the lonely wilderness of the desert. no one will ever understand to be born into a life of nothing but pure and utter tragedy... as is again, he was nothing but a tool for a path of blood and gore..