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Anger
What happens to your soul when all you see is red?
The rage has consumed you, like a virus it spread
All that have wronged you, you want them to perish
For it is this faction that stole all that you cherish
They must all bleed, must all suffer, must all grieve
The torture they imparted is impossible to conceive
Blinded by hatred, I charge straight into battle
With all my power they will be slaughtered like cattle
The fire in my heart burns, only blood will quench its thirst
Now the only question is, which victim shall be first?
With the dangerous weapons I wield, this war will be gorey
By the time this conflict ends, as will my story...
Why, you may ask, am I driven to kill and destroy?
Because people have treated and discarded me like a toy
My appetite for destruction is also fueled by sorrow
After I finish tonight, there shall be no tomorrow
I used to think the same way, but hopefully you are not as angry as this poem makes you seem. By being a success or being happy with your life, they will regret what they have done, because they will see that you are stronger and that they have failed to scar you.
~Gentle Breezes~