take one good, last look at this town, my familiars. bask in its earned evolution and mundane mondays.
remember the coffee poured at noon in the midst of its everyday bustle, as children roam in search of play.

it's the kind of peace wars are fought over, often by those who only know violence.
take in the everyday hardships forged to make this craft everlasting, for it shall be your last.

..before we burn it all to the ground.