Woe to those who seek only peace,
Peace to those who seek only war.
For this concurrent conflict will never cease,
In Chaos’ consistent cacophony.
For those who seek peace,
Must readily prepare for war,
Lest they be consumed in another’s conflict,
That concurrently occurs consistently.
Simultaneously upon the battlefield of peace,
I search for a woman; this desire will not ease.
Enter the Tempest of Temptation in search of soul,
This struggle forsakes my peace ever more.
These two currents of thought cross current,
With me in the centre upon both concurrent.
Between my beloved, peace, soul and war.
I am the central and collateral damage,
In My Concurrent Conflict.