Anger Within
How fine you look
When dressed in rage,
A condition never
Harmed by age,
Luck for you, that
This addiction, is
But a temperate
Condition,
For soon you’ll feel
And hear and smell
All the things that
Come from hell,
Rather like, and
Excuse my tone,
Like grinding flesh
From human bone,
How fair you look
When clad in red
As all your patience
Now has fled,
But of course, your
Lucky too,
As red eyes tend to
Suit so few,
Lightning will envy
The way you storm,
And the thunder will
Wonder about your form,
But let’s not forget
The way you grin,
When you have committed
A crimson sin,
How dark you look
When garbed in wrath,
As you wonder down
A wicked path,
From when your of a
Darker hue,
And you know my
Statement true,
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