Fate

Soon the clash begins,
at the line of war,
pin point determination,
from the hate it tore.

Unaware the enemy sits,
relaxing and content,
not realizing the coming danger,
that something is going to end.

Tolerance had crossed the line,
that rope of tense is about to snap,
and the peace has left,
there's no going back.

Once the war begins,
that was set off by hate,
it can't be stopped,
with peace gone it's fate.