Someone once asked a question
About whether the world would end in fire or ice
But I witnessed a rather stronger cause
Created by the sheer wicked
Filling in human minds faster than a plague
Known as hatred, the one and only
Burning the affection people created with their hands
The weapon in the form of fury
That sends you chasing after someone just like you
Something that whispers in your ear
To set you in the path of a destruction
Something that tears out your heart
And makes you a monster
It uses you to fulfill it's own propagandas
Until you are tired
It will move away to another in the blink of an eye
Leaving you a lifeless body deprived of any love
So, I think I'm confident when I say
Hatred is a great weapon
Traveling through human veins
Great to give the world a bitter end
And would suffice
FIRE OR ICE
felicity wren
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Poesía"You let your lover's venom be your blood. And after your infatuation is over, all you are is a cold, lifeless body bleeding poetry into the broken frames of your heart." All rights reserved. @NefariousOrphics 2017
