now , i listened to the stark thunder of night and the torrential rains , and felt myself rising from a grave , my own fleshless finger pointing at the rage of civil wars surrounding his shadow ; the violent deaths , the bloodshed of men , women and children , the barbarism , the religious hatred springing up in each village like dandelions along with gun-toting tribal assassins and rapists , feasting on the carcass of a white stallion .