Sweaty brow, wide eyes show the way to a dogma driven mind.
Dust falls across the hazy city.
As the preacher´s hand steers this fearful man toward a crowded built up area.
The koran and a block of c4.
Sweat drops from his twitching eye as he puts his foot to the floor.
One second before his heavenly collision he screams god is great, as his pious imam sits in the mosque and meditates.
The transit van breaks open jagged glass and panels sent to every direction that the blast blows them. Half a dozen people feel the flying debris cut through them and steal their lives to the symphony of the explosion.
Another twenty lie in shock, trembling in slow motion.
Another martyr vaporized in the name of some holy fight. Some scripture, some doctrine, some half truths awry. Some religion, some make believe addiction.
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