Conflict
The priest ran
Scared to raise
An ignorant army
On a darkling plain
Loading guns
With dummy
Faith.The froth
Rose arrogantly
In the test
Tube.They heard
Eyes shut and saw
Ears plugged
Contorted faces
Expecting the explosion
Any moment.
Slowly
Very slowly the froth
Spilled over
Leaving behind - would
The 'faithful' believe ?- a near
Essence of religion.
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