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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