I am the beast which called forth the fire of violence
I do not create nor do I destroy
for I merely provide the ideas that would otherwise be foreign
I refuse the hand of the calm
plotting behind the backs of the dreadfully unaware
running my fingers across the ingrown spines of the now malevolent
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Crossing the dark moon
PoetryIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
