Your wrath reveals your real character

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Always trying to
Neglect controversies
But my wrath
Makes me the worst

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“Burning in hell would be more easy for you than facing my wrath ”

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I have joined the
broken pieces
of my heart,
but still these wounds
are unable to
distill
the wrath of your
love.

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Your memories have
made my heart so cold
that even a cigarette
couldn't warm it up.

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When the cigarette of your love burned out,you left the ash of wrath in my heart so that it will never be able to circulate warmth to others who really deserve it.

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A girl I suddenly met,
Which I am sure, I will never forget.
With the things she says,
In her own mysterious ways,
She strikes strings, of my heart's wire,
Like she can literally hypnotize, even a vampire.

This girl sounds innocent,
But she has trapped me by her accent.
She always gets me by her clairvoyance,
But she doesn't give me her fair chance.
A chance to face her darkest powers,
A chance to withstand her cruelest desires.

She can bind one's senses by cute spells,
She can have you doing whatever she tells.
At times, she can send a shiver down to your spine,
Or she can simply toast you, by feeding pinches of her sunshine.
So, beware if you are from the bloodline of Dracula,
You can't use any of the already derived formula.

Although, her wrath prevails over her mercy,
But you will still get your choice of degree, out of her courtesy.
She will torture you, like you are in hell,
And let you heal so that you can again be well.
Well but weak enough, nearly starving to death,
Whereas if you get lucky, she might let you catch, the rythm of her breath.

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आवाज़ पैनी करो, लहज़े में शिद्दत लाओ,
कुछ राज़ सीने में दफन अच्छे नहीं लगते.
पंखो को फैलाओ, परवाज़ ऊंची करो,
कुछ ख्वाब टूटे हुए अच्छे नहीं लगते.
दिल को खोलो, चीखों में बदल जाने दो,
कुछ अल्फाज़ तहज़ीब में सने अच्छे नहीं लगते.

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The blood that bleeds from my vein,
Will one day accompany you
To your grave.
For you have just felt my love,
You are yet to face my wrath.
The wrath that will one day
Poison my death.

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When i burn,
tell them my flames were black
not red.
Tell them she burnt with a dark wrath,
one, which engulfed the sun.
And the ash that left behind,
became the night.

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