Havoc

There goes again the sleeping thunder
Upon rage and madness pouring in blunder
Lightning of its sword in remorse and despair
Justice will not prevail in our stage of fair.

It struck in between of agony and silence
Creating haywired downfall of tears from heaven
Once it is done from blabbering and heaving
It will stop in the middle, collapsing together.

The cowardice lightning of jealousy and greed
Crawls up again, blowing evil thoughts to seed
And it will roll again in cycle, like it used to be
Destroying our realm of once happy beginning.

Of which supposedly giving the light like sunrise
Is the true darkness of hellish deafening demise
The actress of stupidity and all that's mere idiotic
It is be thy grace awarded to the most evil spirit.

And yet the thunderstruck is too much to listen
Its sound of autocracy emanates in each decibel.
More than beyond of what is heard and not
Are things amidst of water and true blood.

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