Provoking Ire
Ah Anger! One of the seven deadly sins
A scourge that ravages the mind of man,
Alas! In an imperfect world only evil wins
A tiny spark consumes the forest in fire,
Peace prevails when he reins in his ire.
So why would I look back in anger
to recall with woe my wandering past?
No, I’ll not go there to find an answer;
Now my future must dawn with a new hope
before my time reaches the end of the rope.
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