Anger

He is like a ticking bomb,
Ready to explode...
He has no where to go.

His shoulders are heavy,
His feet are light,
He is ready to put up any fight.

He thinks to himself...
With nothing to lose,
Who will be the next victim He choose.

With anger in His voice,
Rage in His eyes,
His fist, punch through the victim's face,
Like it's a piece of a pie.

Anger, Anger, go away,
Come back, Come back, another day.

Blood oozing,
Now he's losing,
So confusing.

He's so mad,
He keeps beating him...
Back to back.

His fist are cherry red...
He looks down at the boy,
To notice what he did...
He beat the boy, until he was dead.

Anger, Anger, go away,
Come back, Come back, another day.

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