Passing
All things must past and too this rage inside me, igniting a torment the whole world wide,
From Cain to sage and fool alike,
This rage must pass to better days,
Where my daughter is loose to roam free,
And her children know the furious joy of harmony,
All things must pass,
And too this rage will leave me.
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