Anger spills down my face.
And into my hand.
Which was used to smash the vase.
Glass flies over the land.
The tears sting my eyes,
And bring sweet warmth to my skull.
Also pain, which is no surprise.
It doesn't wan nor dull.
I'm stuck and don't know where to go.
My hatred boils inside.
I wish I could travel to and fro,
But in my prison I reside.
Until one day soon, I know
When my anger will reach its summit.
That's when the blood will flow,
And the bodies will plummet.
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Well I was mad when I wrote this, duh ha but it helped I hope you like it.
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