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Driven To It
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Poetry Hate and anger fill my very soul
Open me up and my heart is like coal
Feeling sadistic and apt to be cruel
Make no mistake I am no fool
Violent tendencies are filling the air
It's not like anyone is going to care
I wrap my hands around your fragile throat
After I'm done perhaps I shall gloat
I hid your body and cleaned up the mess
Feelings of sorrow or regret do not process
I am happy and my stress is gone
Now that your underneath the lawn
