God spoke to them that night
He sang amidst the butchering
Drunk with vengeance,
The muezzin's wail a battlecry
Brother killed brother
Son slew father
Still born
In the screaming silence,
They sought refuge
In the shade of their swords
As they turned on each other
In the shadows
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nice. i like.
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