The wicked ones, they walk alone
The wicked ones, filled with rage
They strike out with all their vengeance
Releasing their torment on the unsuspecting
Victims that has crossed
The wicked ones path
Unleashing its wrath
The wicked one has no remorse or regrets
Claiming its victim
The wicked one steals your sanity
Polluting another piece of the victims mind
Leaving them crippled and totally blind.
💀BROKEN187SOUL 💀
Copyright 6-12-06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are way too many people fuelled with anger and too many victims of their anger. Seems to be increasing. Thank you