The Iron Anchor
The Iron Anchor
Brewing anger has displayed a chip on one’s shoulder
Enraged without good reason, grey haired and older
Ill-spirited in a rotted lifeboat secured by an iron anchor
Crimson flare from a dragon's mouth with roars of rancor
Bars none, unleashed flogger spares no one forty lashes
A blood thirsty unbridled vengeance burning all to ashes
Listen to yourself and look inward, we can stop the hate
Salvage what's left of a drowning ship and its furious fate
Lock the forbidden door of hostility and toss the key!
Channel in the light, warm hearted spirit set yourself free
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