There is an anger that stokes flames of beauty.
But can erase a century,
Destroy and entire history.
How to find the perfection and join eternity.
To have eyes and pass the blind,
learn and execute a successful mind.
The only wind to have never been beaten
A simple but neglected seed
By taking away the emotional weed.
For the only way forward is actually separation.
The learned wrath,
of an adaptive sociopath.
Deemed inhuman they hide in our home.
Seemingly normal and predictable,
as terrifying and empty as they are indictable.
They decide all while you are thinking.
A being made entirely,
statistical probability and finality.
You hold something that is only restraining.
For bearing a moral compass,
Is the pace of growing fungus.
Shoot the wound and burn your skin.
The way to stop a bullet they figure,
is be the one pulling the trigger.
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Comments1
so well crafted and distilled
showcasing practised wordsmith skills
a literary joy to read, thank you!
'The learned wrath,
of an adaptive sociopath.'
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