An intricate plan
Justifies the sea of blood
That sloshes against the sides
Of the minds of the survivors
With eyes fluttering,
Temple-veins wincing,
And knuckles popping,
A question is posed:
Is heaven a tease,
A delusion to ease
Or is heaven's hunger
As insatiable as ours?
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