Anger is a biting thing

But d*mn, I love the feel of its sting

That burns as it courses

And suddenly forces

Me to turn to violence


And dark and lethal dance


Anger is a fighting thing

But d*mn I love to make it sing

And turn in roiling waves

And hope to god that no one is saved


F**k you


Anger is my sword and shield

And lo I am a member of no guild

Because anger can never hope to build

But what it can do is destroy


Want to break and burn, the tides have turned


F*ck you, and your happy days

Sudden spring showers, dancing in the rain

What I feel like doing is causing PAIN

And what, you ask, do I have to gain?


A quiet refrain and peace.

The End

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