CRUELTY FOR NO REASON.
You murder your brethren.
And in cold blood you look at them as the lay;
You feel both pleased and despaired,
As their blood spill.
You wish it had never happened,
But it is too late;
The wicked thoughts had overpowered you, through possession.
And you couldn't control your emotions,
But destroy upon their stand.
Just to satisfy the urge of REVENGE.
This poem is about:
My community
Our world
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