The Wrath Of Men
In a world where anger finds its home, Where hearts ignite and darkness roams, Let me weave a tale of wrath untamed, A poem of men, their fury inflamed. Behold, the wrath of men, a tempest's might, Unleashed upon the canvas of the night. Beneath the surface, the fire burns bright, A force that consumes with relentless spite. Their souls ablaze, like embers in the pyre, As passions clash, fueled by desire. Through clenched fists and eyes that gleam, Their wrath takes form, a destructive theme. In
