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There is an anger inside of me
and it knows no bounds
It consumes everything
Taste, touch, and sound
 
It’s burrowed inside of me
just under the skin
but the beast never sleeps
It counts me as its kin
 
My steps feel like fires
that never can die
My anger only grows
under a beautiful sky
 
There is nothing but waste
everything is decay
Is that why I never found
a home where I could stay?

(2014)

#Anger

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