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Summary: This is a poem about Voldemort not necessarily from his point of view but it's more like… (I can't write these please just read it and review)
Destruction
Can destruction be constructed?
Created, dreamt up?
Why do people create what can destroy and cause pain?
We all have a little self destruct button inside,
Itching to be pushed.
Waiting to exact revenge.
This little button has the power,
The power to control life,
The power of death, at the touch of a button.
The power of nothingness,
To turn off the lights,
Extinguish the flame.
All that power lies inside,
Waiting to be tapped.
Screaming
Don't forget,
People are strong,
They can reconstruct the destruction.
They can bring light to the dark,
Turn on the lights,
Light an eternal flame.
They can construct peace and harmony.
To counter act your destruction
Remember for every action there is an equal but opposite reaction.