Singing like a lark
Lives of a feline
This being the 9th
Swaying in the wind
Plundering summer days
The ravages of the night
Ranting about the sweet nectar forbidden
Unjustly living
Unjustly seeing
Pondering the situation mild
Beleiving to be invunerable
Though vulnerabilities many,
The sour breath of death
Wheezing in midnight air
Performs an ode to me
Joyful praise
Realiesing the innate fears of me
Spilling into the sea
Indulging the earth mother
Only to see pacified activists come to bare arms
Giving justice to opposition
As in death they stand as a chaotic being
Warring with all yet none at all
Justice is found in death as both can be chaotic
Wind blown garments torn on a fence
Desolate opposition harrasing the meak
Mind you me we find not he
The one durable to be here for the end of days and the inauguration of the sacrosanct night
Blessed are the angels of rage
Reaping the grains of satisfaction
Unseenly watching death fly by
Justice finding the chaotic being
As justice is found in death
Chaos completeing the whole


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I actually wrote this poem for Twilight, Eris, Miramar, Aegis, for I am chaoticly dark, warring with myslef only seeking justice

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Glacian, in the year 243 AF.