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Anger

Where do I display the anger brought my way
Shall I sit and wait for a moment of hate
Or shall I prize being taken by surprise
Should I slowly boil at angers toil
Or suddenly rise to what I despise

I have a wealth of anger to blast with rancor
For a damming word from society's righteous heard
Those fat people bred, without a thought in their head
The statements they make are not easy to take
The words that are said, make me see red

In this world of misery and strive, I could take a knife
Cutting deep and wide, at all the things they hide
My anger does impel a reason to give them hell
That minority of rightest bullies shall feel my raft fully
My anger coming close to eternity being their host

My anger now has past to a raging being casted
From this moment on, they will no longer sing their song
For I take up the sword of wrath and deliver it with a laugh
Making hideous deeds right, removing their blubbering blight
Casting them astray, for forever, for getting in my way

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