Intoxicated by a fleeting madness
A triumphant thrill courses through his veins
Ears deaf to the wails of desperation
Eyes blind to the sight of destruction
He hurls the child back inside the blazing church
Without a backward glance he walks away
Blood lust sated
Will he sleep that night?
Will he dream that night?
Will he dream of victory
Of vanquished enemies
The stench of [...]
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