Crystal bowl

It's inevitable, don’t you think
from peace for unrest to grow
for reasons unknown to rebel
and this face of anarchy to show

From ruling rather from impoverished
will a disgruntled soul arise
when tired of this sedentary life
and then violent schemes devise

To create doesn't one destroy?
perhaps this is how nature does purge
from insanity to cleanse this world
until a new one strongly emerge

The End

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