Suffered have many
from peasants to kings
And many more will
for centuries to be
Bout of insanity,
temper gone north,
south or wayward,
every which way
Unbiased by race,
untamed by age
Wielding her wrath
indescriminate
Razing all in her path
like a wildfire unleashed
leaving behind charred
remorse and guilt
As reason chortles away
sipping on wisdom
from the cup of disbelief
seeing anger annul
millennia of evolution
in a blink
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