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The vines of fear reap its satanic fruit
in the hot sands
and cold desert winds of war,
bitten by the martyr, the Jihadist, the brute!
May its seeds of hate
at its poisoned core wither and die
and bear nevermore.
Written: June 2015
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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