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I am hell
Where I walk there is fire
The kind that burns within
Have you missed me?
My children of Earth
Have you lost inspiration?
During my absence
Are your desires diminished
By the void I left
Do you still worship gold?
Your flashy cars, beautiful women
Do you still twist the knife?
In your neighbours back
To gain an advantage
Do you long for my return
To carry you from the wilderness
Free you from the yoke of goodness
I fan the flame of desire
Of chaos, you need only to follow…
This is a lovely poem, Anita.
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Thank you, Robbie…
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Oh, this is so good, Anita. The bad guy in my current WIP is a god named Chaos. Just by chance, you captured the character perfectly. Loved this poem. 🙂
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Now there’s a coincidence…
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Powerful and Incisive.
There are quality Metal Bands who would be proud to use those words.
Well written Anita
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Thank you, determined…
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My pleasure.
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A brilliant and powerful piece, Anita! Thank you for following BrewNSpew.
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Thank you, Eugenia…
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My pleasure!
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