The Ire of Wrath

November 17, 2017
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Wreathing and slithering,
The light is gone from his eyes.
Boiling up from somewhere deep,
Corrupting his very soul.

The light is gone from his eyes.
Kept internal for too long,
Corrupting his very soul.
He stalks his victims, like a wild animal.

Kept internal for too long,
The fire can’t be contained.
He stalks his victims, like a wild animal.
The ire came bursting forth.






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