The Armor of Vengeance

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From the ashes
Guilt, blared its dismay
While the winds belowed
Their murderous refrain

The smoke climbed
With a hungry vigor
Scouring for the young
Their grim hearts 
Driven, to the furnace of mayhem

Docile voices
Were claimed
With the greatest haste

As the earth
Madly quivered
In each thoughtless
Crater spawned

Thundering heroes
Knew not 
The trail they cleaved

But courage 
Could not wither
For vengeance
Slays, the wrath of fear

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