Ire
poem by:
Chris Cleverly
Written
on Jul 13, 2016
Make haste true vengeance tremble bringing near now is my return with awe of vicious fear. For months of years I waited silent in my time watching threw the frost with patience I had bide. As my spirit travelled from hideous decent Increased was my wrath brutal and intent. So guide me to fulfill a war of utter pain on those who spoke deceit ending who remain.
Tags: sad, anger, pain, dark, hate,
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Fadrian Bartley commented on Feb 09, 2018 at 4:43am
i wonder what is ire but is a good poem
Chris Cleverly
commented on Feb 11, 2018 at 4:34am
Thank you Fadrian.
