God of Chaos

Alex Arnot

And so I send my gift to you

The remains of what once was lay strewn

Broken, fractured, crippled towers

More than ever, I'm drunk with power.

Remember when this all was something?

Yet here it is reduced to nothing!

Oh it was a sight to see!

A cataclysm brought by me!

You wonder how this came to pass

To something that you hoped would last

My secrets that I'll tell you never

A question that you'll keep forever.

  • Author: Alex Arnot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 16th, 2017 18:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • burning-embers

    Hee hee hee, i think someone just said 'much ado about nothing'.

    • Alex Arnot

      Afraid this one went over my head as I haven't read "Much Ado About Nothing" but thanks for the comment!

      • burning-embers

        nor me but u understand the phrase i should think
        and the previous comment was the one who said it

      • Quemis

        Your imagery is always great.

        Always like a double tap on the nose and a knowing nod from a wise wizard or something - thats how this one ends for me. I dont know what it means, but it makes me want to know, and its fun!

        Keep on practicing man, this kind of content is awesome.

        • Alex Arnot

          Thank you! If you want to know how I interpret it, I actually left a reply to a previous comment where I explained the meaning 🙂



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