Anger, what is anger,
it comes out like hunger,
it roars and growls like thunder,
provoke, and it'll end in murder.
Although life too short
and we each fit a part,
in this stage called earth,
it is to precious to end it.
why does these troubles
that stirs up my very soul
not cease to be, will not end
yea still, its end is only in me.
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