Nah--- impossible.
I do read alot, in some way, reading was not even my forte before but recently I'm thirsty of knowledge. For some reason, while thinking about the past and some fools I no longer needed, I accidentally created a poem---or whatever you may call it... it seems from this very poem, it consists angst, wrath and anguish. Possibly, I still have wrath deep within me that hasn't (yet) been settled. For I hated being betrayed on.
I who traveled the seven seas
I who conquered the world
I who stumbled a great loss
I shall perish all who defy me
In the midst of anger
In the midst of betrayal
I shall punish thee
For I was once a pauper
Now will rise as King
Deliver vengeance
Deliver Justice
Bring Chaos to all Nations
Bring Wrath to all who shed blood
For it will be the end of it all...
I can only conclude that deep within my unconscious mind lies a poisonous wrath that's lurking inside... I can only hope for the better that this will not remain long. For once a poison ruins in your veins, it can be harmful either way.
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