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Anger
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Subjects An emotion that stands,
When thrown around it’s the one that lands,
It grasps at your hands,
And gives out its commands.
A shadow in the light,
Your own red knight,
When you stand down it will fight,
It creeps in the night.
A rush through your blood,
Takes you through a flood,
Drags you through the mud,
It digs its roots with a spud.
Nerves cantered at the past,
The flame that causes the blast,
Memories so vast,
The demands so fast.
The insides that never smile,
While you do it will compile,
Without realizing the new isle,
It will go the extra mile.
When out it hurt the surface,
Never understanding its purpose,
It will always resurface,
Burning hotter than the furnace.
