Shayari Bazar

Old man sitting on the handle of his giant sword. Which is stuck in the ground. He cuts them the land, the sword of war, who drinks human blood, he divides everything in the country, the nation and even race, approaching people who like to inflict pain and suffering of others. From his sword suddenly became very black, was leaking a lot of human blood, and opened the darkness and eerie, frightening moans and cries from which the animals fled in terror and flew away birds. And where was cut earth opened an abyss of human violence and out of the ground and was bleeding and from there also heard moans and cries. Everyone who was once associated with violence, and war: war, soldiers, bandits, barbarians, gangsters. All the damned souls of violence, all kinds and types of violence and war out of the land, and the sword. Stupid people refused to obey, and to lay down weapons, they said they wanted to continue to hurt people. And the sword emits a terrible, negative energy, swallowed up their sinful souls, absorbed them into himself, he imprisoned them in yourself forever. Elder power of thought has reduced the sword of war. This old man is a god of war. Put your sword, which turned into a pocket knife in the inner pocket of his clothes. And then everything became so if nothing had happened.