Poem -
Wrath
Wrath
Dark red and bright orange like your soul is on fire
It happens when you loose all control and beat someone into hamburger meat
It sounds like the beat of drums from a tribe preparing for war
It smells like ashes and and a pile of corpses
Wrath
By LukeCoomer (c)
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