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Empire of vampire bats

First they smelt blood and followed the trail. Then they ate flesh soaked in fresh blood and loved it.
And so like a pack of carnivores they are on the prowl sniffing their way to the next kill. Even when they are full to their gullets, they keeping seeking for games just for sports.

Now they have lost all feelings of humanity as they argue about body counts before the day rises from bed.
Death,
Running out of breath
Hisses at them
Tired of being summoned for duty ceaselessly.
He too cries out for help.

Satan smirks at how quickly they have mastered his vices.
They offer their sucklings to him for breakfast.
Their youths as crunchy noon snacks.
Their parents a dinner buffet.

Where else do they want to be stricken oh land of restless wanderers and conjurers of iniquities?
The sage wonders as he beholds beleaguered spirits in dark places clink their glasses to toast to the senselessness in the land.

They inundate their places of worship with prayers while they pay homage to villainy and rob temples.
Who is listening to their petitions?
Their lifeless ancestors who dwell in the blinding darkness of Hades?
Or the Almighty who has stuffed his ears with his fingers?
Fed up with their iniquities.

To whom are they crying?
To whom can they cry?

Soon,
They shall drink their tears and tear their hearts.
Soon,
They shall stomp their feet on the mountains of mud they have erected in their drunken rivalry.
Each step forward will take them downwards.

But all is well they chant in a grand denial
As religious bigotry,
Communal clashes,
Ethnic fissures,
And roving bandits
nimble away at their lives.

Blood they smelt,
Blood they shall eat.

Until the final bell tolls
To unveil their empire of vampire bats.
And the One who owns the land holds everyone to account.

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