Ire


Behold, here comes, a foe in disguise,
Can break you up, if not wise;
Has trapped many, bizarre and nice,
So, leave it alone, get, go and rise;

A danger it is, beware young one,
A journey of ruin has barely begun;
This emotion of yours, weighs a ton,
As if a great dessert, where there is no fun;

A fight it is, between the brain and the heart,
Is bound to move buddies apart;
Can damage you up, as a disgusting tart,
Can impale you through within, sharp as a dart;

He who frolics, seems amazingly alive,
Not as the one who buzzes in a bee hive;
Vanquish the mood, let yourself thrive,
Trifle it hard, drown it with a dive;

So live calm and give some time,
Let the clock of peace chime;
Let the heavenly birds sing and mime,
On the page of grandeur, mark a line;

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