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There he sits alone and still
they think he talks to God
when his eyes are glazed and far away
he has them all fooled

He communes but not with God
his master is the fallen angel
who misleads all with lies
including this acolyte

Who now rises with a plan
time to sacrifice another man
or a woman, even child
matters not to him
the bomber

Whatever it takes to dole out
another dose of death and chaos
yet another case of hope's loss
sowed without discrimination
one blood as red as another

His inner self smiles with malice
for they call him

another attempt at free verse

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Editing stage: 


Perhaps given the subject it is a little too tell rather than 'show' and could use some strong images and metaphors because the gruesome reality is no one gets to even bury a bone in these circumstances, I just felt some more raw images might give it more punch?

"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

I don't know why I'm surprised to see you are of the fairer sex lol. I know this one needs work and will let it gather more ideas a day or so before editing. Thank you for the time to read and comment..........scribbler

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