Anger


Anger courses through some souls,

Flickering like glowing coals.

And when you think it’s burnt to ash,

It turns again into a rash.

Anger is an awful thing,

Oh, the terrible things it can bring.

And when you think that it has gone,

It tries again to be reborn.

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