Like an internal fire inside you,
You feel it bubbling up,
Waiting to be released,
Upon the person who most craves it.

Came like a shadow at night it did,
Crept into you soul while no one was looking,
Now it seeks to convert you,
To a life of death and blood.

To who ever gave you this anger,
Who first lit the hell fire in your soul?
You don’t always have to strike back,
Fires can of course, be put out.

But of course that will not happen,
You will vent the anger and then later regret it,
For in the fleeting moment in which the fire consumed you,
You learned the difference between right and wrong.

by Thomas Vaudin

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