Like a vehement desire to jump into hell,
All the sins flutter from my tongue;
Like a fog my anger vague the righteous and wrong.
A rage run wild in my veins,
And all the good that I yield,
Turn into ashes in the wrath of my fierce rebellion;
And now I mourn for this folly in my peace.

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