The Wrath Poem by Gebrochen Geist
The Wrath
Fall apart at the seams
Better be begging for the mercy
Cause the fury is uncontrolled
Preapare for the strike
It will be ruthless
The image of the blood and gore
Unimagined horror
Can only be compared to true war
The demise of this will be told for years to come
Beacause the firt strike will be hard
The uncontrolled feelings I have
Won't even see it coming
And their demise to be swift
I count on that
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