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"Kip"
by Jeph Johnson
Rage spins,
turning out of control
and my heart is the intended path.
Though I've been yearning
for someone to hold,
all I feel is wrath
Genuine concerning,
I try to console her
but she tears my hope down again.
I begin learning
new ways to be bold;
guns, knives and bombs I obtain.
My sin is earning
my bankrupt soul
a place in your
Hall of Shame.
Stop grinning!
I'm burning,
and always alone
and you have only
yourselves to blame.
