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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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My lips are curled

my teeth begin to grind

and hate sweels within

it fills my heart and mind

 

My hands crack and clench

fist are held so tight

that knuckles stretch the skin

and the skin is turning white

 

My eyes grow narrow

my vision is getting red

and all I imagine within

is the violence inside my head

 

I envison your tears

your cries for mercy

and how hell hath no fury

that's close to worse than me

 

This anger works for me

as though I've just employed it

But as you fight for the breath of life

I don't care, in fact, I enjoy it...

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