Thomas Ware Poems

Burn,
Let the world burn before you,
Feel the glare and heat from your enemies death.
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When the light is gone,
When the day falters,
When hope dies,
The midnight rage monsters,
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The wrath of the fallen,
Is the worst to behold;
The arrogance of the skilled,
The confidence of the bold,
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Not good enough to see,
Not good enough to be me,
Suffocating inside hopeless dreams,
Finding solace only in others,
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Darkness comes for all of us.
Night approaches, waiting, watching,
And soon, the light shall fail.
The wall that holds back death shall weaken,
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The no time left, I fear,
The end is near.
The apocalypse is coming,
The suspense is utterly numbing,
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There is evil:
The rage and hate of man,
Killing with abandon,
The huge will beyond comprehension,
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Picture an idyllic scene:
The sky is blue, the grass is green.
Birds are singing and happily winging,
Through the grounds; they fly around.
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I am destruction,
I am rage incarnate,
I am the fire,
I am the burning of hate.
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The past speaks to me,
And bathes me in misery,
I can't remember the good parts,
Yet I am drowned in memory.
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