Hate
Well Spent
My fate is coming way
All are scared to face my wrath
To find their way
To lose their past
The burnt scent of flesh
For which I loath
Fills the earth with their foul breath
The images left to flourish at the feet of death
Their thoughts burnt onto the forgotten pages
As the flame of a thousand suns
Began to set
Tears of heartfelt memories leapt from my jaw
as the
last hope for forgiveness was
lost in the fiery palace of hell.
-Tory Thompson
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