Anger.
If there is a God then he is cruel,
I'd rather be damned than cursed a fool,
I scream, I cry, my hate as fuel,
For you I'd die and death I'd duel.
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PoetryThis love was cast cruel, this love was not kind. But in all, she still loved him. For with him, love was blind. Poems for the damned. If I am to be hurt, then so must you. Copyright © TheFallOfArtemis
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Anger.
If there is a God then he is cruel,
I'd rather be damned than cursed a fool,
I scream, I cry, my hate as fuel,
For you I'd die and death I'd duel.
