WrathA Poem by L.shivaI was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. -William Blake
WRATH was in red on the black T-shirt that Dylan wore to school
along with Eric, and opened fire for shoot to kill is the new cool, Their message was simple but their plans were grand, Wrath bought them a 'plot' to live, on quicksand, Then Hate became friend and Rage too gave company when Hitler's Birthday was celebrated with Colarado in shreds, Look at their hateful journeys, Oh! what a pity, Both boys ended their party by shooting bullets through their heads. © 2018 L.shivaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorL.shivamumbai, andheri, IndiaAboutA tiny seed was planted back then, which survived; of-course, and then grew inside me; Sending roots real deep, and very wide, And as of today, If you will, you will see, that I've always been t.. more..Writing
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