Fury

Rest in fury,
Silenced.
Curb your violence.

Force
Your fuming hatred to
Submit.

Shaking,
Although unobserved.
Hatred is an ugly word,
And bitter
To admit.

Suppress it, bottled in,
And never let them in,
And never 
Let them in.

Lie
Until the blighted bitter end.

Suppress, but do not
Bury it,
Or disregard. Remember.
Burn, and let it burn
And turn to embers. 

The End

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