Anger pours out of my soul,
Flocking as a pack of villians
Amongst every nerve;
Face grows hot,
Lips curl smitefully,
Disappoint fuels this anger;
It does not tear at the heart
Nor weep bitterly,
This anger drives a speeding car,
Racing down the highway,
in search of anything to make roadkill;
A frightful anger this proves to be,
It's existence derived from unaware antics.
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