Better, but still has notable issues. Particularly: 'And once the tables turned' still is incoherent - what does it mean? And again, your avoidance of explaining who They are really hampers the comprehensibility of the passage - it's more confusing than engrossing (because the mind is spent more on figuring out what's being said, instead of thinking of possible culprits - which I'm guessing is what you were intending)
Here's a revised version based on my best guess of what you were aiming for, for comparison. I suggest you figure out from this where your writing is going off track.
In the fields, in the streets, in the homes, blood flowed like water, and limbs were snapped like branches. Blood flowed, and bones were broken. Again and again, the same scene everywhere. Despite the sickening carnage that would drive a normal man insane, the lust for violence was never slaked. There was a palpable hunger - for more death, to see rows of bodies line barren streets, to see inhabitants buried under their own houses, to see it all burn.
"It's just war," as the saying goes. But with every life lost, we lose more of ourselves, our culture, our unity. With each passing life, we shackle ourselves to this never-ending fight. If they fail, they drag us down with them, but if we fall, they banish us from their thoughts. There's no way to win.
And what are we really fighting for?
Aren't we all the same? Rebels, Loyalists, can you point to a person's forehead and tell who is what? You cannot, for we are one, the only differences are the one's forced upon us.
And still they say "it's just war."
- A letter to a friend