(Once again, I am not sure how to punctuate it, so I would really appreciate some feedback on that, especially for the first stanza. Thank you for reading!)
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Hatred rains in drops that scorch,
murder crawls in rivers that torch.
Vengeance falls in flakes that choke,
pain pummels in rocks that smoke.
Cruelty gathers in clouds that sting,
and darkness covers everything.
A king of terror dissolves in heat.
Creaking, cracking; he is beat.
His kingdom too, is trampled down.
A waste of dust; no more a town.
Nothing is left of his domain.
One fit of anger; smothered pain.
