Falling snow turned ashed grey

I found this in my possession, something about wars that I had written last year. Do enjoy readying it!

The coldest of winter that once was, now no longer.
Engulfed by the blazing flame of hell. Only this was just the starting of heavenly for those in power. While the innocent suffers in a place that is not theirs.
It was... 

Grownups against grownups,
Children against children.
Guns against bombs.
Bombs against tanks.
Tanks against guns. 

They rise those metals up high,
For every flash that fall was a victory.
With cheer they went on. Surviving what their forefathers had brought down upon them. Forgetting the reason that started it. Here, humanity exist no longer. It is a world where only power will keep you alive. Other than that was a much worser fate than those dogs scavenging through the trash. It was a lost city for the weak. One wrong move and you end up clothe-less, meat-less and soon, forgotten as your bones lay down to dry over the heat of men. And that is if no blood of yours have spilled! 

One by one, the bone crusher come rummaging through the city walls. the screams of women echo the empty dying town. The sons of Adam was smart to keep their population going, taking every women they spot to the meat house, there where they would do their foulest things upon his daughters, and the daughters of their daughters, and the daughters that follow next. 

It was not to say that a new era had befall upon us. For this was nothing to be called as new. It was a time of final destination upon men kind. And history would repeat itself as it has already.