Enfuriation
Blood is at a boil
Soul feels dark
Black as oil
Inspired by the past
Everything is rushing by
Unbelievably fast
Eyes oh so wide
Acting as though
Having spoiled pride
One of the hardest things to govern
Next to the heart
Is when ones emotions and decisions
And control abruptly depart
Actions are made
Regretful in retrospect
Is the entire lack
Of such important intellect
Wise men once said
Not by strength by guile
For the use of the mind
Is very worthwhile
Rather than resolving conflicts by force
Settle them through truce
Peace at times
One must seduce
Just remember always
Think before you act
For to force or intimidation
One shall surely react
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