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Nov 2015
It was not a quiet agony
I did not sit in silent tears
and let them wash away sorrow
dulling and quenching hurt;
It was burning castles,
crumbling ruins and flaming ghosts
screeching and wailing
reapers rioting amongst hellfire
Cerberus howling and snarling
ripping at the remains of my bruised body
My pain was damnation
It was the Earth ravaged by fire
and the sea, black with oil
I will not be sated

Anguish is a wildfire
and mine will engulf the world
Georgia Marginson-Swart
Written by
Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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