Chaos Is My Middle Name
B
O
R
N
to make trouble
Happiness brought
upon others’
misery
Creating
mass problems
and let others
seek for solutions
A path of no return
to spread the
cause of
destruction
and fear
Blood spatter across
the land of Holy Light
I speak no
language of
unsatisfactory
and make no mistakes
of errors
Right is my judgement
Terror is my strength | Destruction is my will
and
Chaos is my middle name
Chaos sounds like a bully… Powerful writing, Riika.
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powerful…
It is too much creative and need significant time to understand. Great art.
Interesting post.
it’s all too sad. Thanks for this poem, dear Riika. Lovely music today. Think you changed it??!!
As always…a most powerful and dynamic poem.