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This is the type of anger that falls like gravity,
your lungs shaking, gasping,
burning the back of your throat,
dripping off your face, hitting the floor

this is the kind of anger that doesn't
fucking
let you sleep,
up all night
doing drugs

This is the kind of anger that hates your friends

This is the kind of anger that tears into your flesh,
razor blade smooth,
pressed down hard at the back

This is the kind of anger that wants to make you sick,
the kind of anger that gives you cancer

This is the kind of anger that's dying to burn it all,
to feel the heat of the flames, hear the screams, taste the ash

This is bad violence,
this is shaking

This is the kind of anger that took so many friends, full of hope
and left a city littered with empty clockwork ghosts

This is the kind of anger you wouldn't understand

This is bad violence,
this is shaking

This is the kind of anger that took so many friends, full of hope,
and left a city littered with empty clockwork ghosts.
. . .
This is the kind of anger you wouldn't understand