When chaos ensues it's like a burning fire,
consuming everything in it's path;
and as it makes it's way around,
you can feel it's emanating wrath;
but like a storm it must pass,
and move on to some other place;
and then others will have to see,
the horrific sight of its face.
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horrific sight of chaos. good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.