Wrath

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Wrath and vengeance,

The trademarks are the scars given.

Rage and hate make ashes of wisdom,

Forethought, a mere hindrance in its waking minutes.

Madness, thrashing and gnashing in their riddance,

Considerations of compassion rended to remnants

From apathy comes contempt

This dreadful division of man kind.

Set over petty difference and ignorance aligned.

Fear is it's symptom and thusly springs its systems.

Hate pervades adjacent within crazed schisms

Whether be it difference in religion or based in racism.

So out of fear suppose we shun and distance others.

From this superficial blunder, we are torn asunder.

Wither in It's ethical rift, cold as any tundra.

Adrift from one another, we deal the ills we suffer.

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