My Anger


A ion, large and raging, roars, and shouts for blood,
surrounded by hot coals, amidst a lava flood...
Fire all around... all waiting to burst,
action must be found, and quench my angry thirst.
My lion's in my mind, but it has the sharpest claws,
with long white teeth, I'll rip you up,
and have no concern for laws...
My angers a raging lion, who only roars for blood,
surrounded by hot coals, amidst a lava flood,
the air is hot and smoky, ash goes floating by...
My lions pacing and roaring, my lions wondering why...
I haven't given him flesh... to tear up into shreds,
and crush the bones to pieces... it's because...
I want him dead.
The fire does not kill my lion, it only...
burns him to a coal...
waiting... to come up again...
Because the lion's in my soul.

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