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Saturday, July 3, 2010

Anger Drunk

Anger drunk on its own poison
Seeks to rally disagreement
To make such noise
That peace can not be heard

Fists clenched it marches
Right past logic
On its way to insanity

Calm must hold its ground
Against discords barrage
To surrender to anger
Leaves peace war’s casualty


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