The calmness of the night,
Only shelters the anger.
That dwells hidden amongst the persuasive scheming,

Eye of the storm:

Misleading its pleadings,
with breezes of peace.
Clouds of shade,
an endless parade.

Though, when thy sun sets...
The calm is unbound.

Thy sheltered anger conceived,

unleashed without restraint.
Reeks havoc amongst the saints.

Along each sinner,
Amongst this path.

A calmness which fooled you,
Neatly kept within a sharper spec.
Reveals its hand, removed its mask, unveiled its wrath.

The calmness of the night,
Only shelters the anger.
That dwells hidden amongst the persuasive scheming,

Eye of the storm.


© Aziah In Thought

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