The world is full answers,
That belong to the questions,
But what is the answer,
That belongs to the question.
First knowing the question,
May give an answer,
Second knowing the answer,
May give the question.
But in this case the question lies,
How did the evil chair come to be.
Many theories,
Many guess,
Many lies,
1 truth.
How can one so evil even exist,
How can that be possible,
Where is the good to balance out the evil,
Or has it died.
The chair burns worlds to the ground,
His only pleasure is others displeasure,
No mercy,
Just destruction.
He came on his first day,
My Planet,
My home,
He brought the fire.
The fire burned,
Never dying,
Roasted flesh fill the air,
Killing and burning everywhere.
He left a pile of ash,
One planet,
One day,
One survivor.
I am the survivor,
I will revenge,
I don't care where the foe comes from,
All I want is to know is how to kill him.
I will be his biggest mistake,
He should have made sure he killed everyone,
Because I want revenge,
For I am the last.
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Evil Chair My Story
PoetryFar away in another reality there lives an evil chair. Its dream is to take over everything. There is a girls who's world has been taken over by the chair. These poems will describe her experiences and what she does to survive.
