WORRY

Worry the beast for the wild
When domesticated in mind
Spreads its rein far and wide
Bearing bales of woe behind

Worry the descending storm
Seeking solace in lone wards
With thunders in her bosoms
Wrecks havocs on the worlds

Worry in her binary rampages
Summarises and executes evil
And scripts on the failed pages
Stone Age skull hunts the devil