Enveloped by a part of the soul that was left dormant
Overwhelmed by a breed of anger
Blackening the sorrow smitten heart
This kiss of anger
Slipped it's tongue into more than a person
But the soul of the presently tormented and fragile
This race of anger
Allows silence
While utter destruction takes whole
All forms of internal health
Fueled by arcane bitterness
Loathing and weeping over issues formed by the mortal and supernatural nucleus
That bring forth memories and emotions
Inevitable suffering
Dormant was the suppressed truth
And revealed devastatingly with the harsh grace of reality
Oh how harsh and graceful reality is
How cruel it is to be
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