In the midst of
somber night
Giant slaughters with
sharp spite
Begin coming out of their
deep slumber
To increase the human
death number
Sniveled, sough,
snarl and slurp
Hail, wild soot rises
without stop
From the never going
out fire of cold pyre
Born of mother of
grievous desire
And cremated ash is scattered on the snapped urns
Everlasting smoldered
stingy enmity heavily burns
Smell of blood there
with gun powder
Going upwind to enter
holy altar
Echoes of ululation
and dancing of ills
Lives being knocked
dead by toxic pills
Murky, mystic,
mythical, and moaning
Among the dark
phantoms always moaning
Alas! Humanity is chopped and put for the prize
Slaughtering,
shooting- oh human soul cries
Counting every voice
of the righteous adversary
There in the valley of death under the dome of misery
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