Nemesis of a Premise

It's deeper than the shadows and more shallow than the truth. It comes despite great wisdom and in spite of guiltless youth. It tickles at the psyche and it spreads a reckless rash, it yearns for satisfaction but the itch cannot be scratched. The raging become victims opposition cannot hear and red stained resolutions never stand to persevere. An outburst has no power when a temper seeks out wars it's impact becomes hollow when all listening ignore. Though anger gets attention any point made pricks too brief. The strength of all convictions must rely upon belief. The purest of intentions cannot be expressed without a pause to calmly listen while an adversary doubts. The loudest voice may carry over questions raised in tow but reason does a service when the argument draws low. It's those who seek to batter; force their righteousness on all who stand as thin as shadows when their fervency has stalled. Their cursive tongues encrypted in their fits of manic fire and so entire theses fall on ears deafened by ire.