Epic fury
The splendor of his mad mischief
fell asunder in Minab,
tarnishing his campaign beyond repair.
All malice is unleashed with a touch of morbidity.
His bombing campaign is sudden, fierce, swallows whole neighborhoods in seconds,
yet far below a just war, and a travesty of truth.
Nothing but unjust war reeking through the emperor's clothes.
Solution is just peace.
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