Rage grips my beating heart. Fire fills my eyes.
Hate fills my soul, makes my blood now boil.
With evil thoughts I plan my enemies demise.
I dream of you, put deep in the soil.
Evil plots come to me. New ways of death.
Visions of my hands around your soft neck.
Grinning cruelly as you draw your last breath.
Secretly I wish you to have a wreck.
But in my mind I know you are right.
Even though I argue I can now see.
This problem should not start a useless fight.
Now that I understand; I can agree.
A stupid problem caused our distress,
It was a misunderstanding, I guess.













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