Your affinity for chaos,
Your hand in blood,
Your sword swooped too high.
Your kick in his face.
Your need for never ending greed.
Your stealing a glance,
For a reason to steal.
Your running in the back,
Of an innocent walker.
Your calls for wars.
Your need for battles.
Your need to hurt,
Someone for no reason.
Humanity.
Affinity for chaos.
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