anger hate devil
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You don't like them do you
I know you never did
There loud ways and annoying habits
It annoys you they exist
Doesn't it?
There's no need to lie
This is our secrect
Sleepless nights, following jumping and jittery convulsions on a cold night. A cold sweat plastered across my face, I wipe the beads, sending them scattering across the carpet. Eyes wide in darkness, searching for what is prominent.
Is it true?
Does good defeat bad?
Does light over power dark?
Most of all,
does love conquer all?
Bad can always win,
shadows lurk at the edge of the light
waiting to make its way in
Love
Anger is blood red.
With a taste like metal
And a smell like gasoline, it burns.
For fun it displays folly.
While a gentle answer makes it mad,
A man's wisdom makes it sad.
