Anger
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Oft I wrote of Love,
And It's humble linings,
Today I Praise its Demons,
And it's Bastard Beginnings,
Oedipal Gods,
That found Their own Sons,
Have Torn this World Asunder,
While turning its One Sun,
I see my Loathing Wander,
In that I cannot Affront,
A lost point of View,
In a World that is Wanton,
I hate those shorn Promises,
Love Lost for Faith and Prayer,
I bear my Curses Strongly,
And Clench my Fists in Fervor,
Anger that bears its Fruits,
Frustration that carries Candor,
I walk my Feet in Tandem,
To the beat of my Heart's Measure ,
That is, is it Not,
The words of insatiable Hunger,
Anger, Hate, Their Furor,
A Verse without an Ender...
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