"Though the earth cried out for blood
satisfied her hunger was
her billows calmed on raging seas
for the souls of men she craved
Sun and moon from balcony
turned their head in disbelief
their precious blood would taste the sting
disfigured and disdained"
John Mark McMillan: Death in His Grave
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