RAGE ¬ Original Poetry

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Where is that son of an unfortunate mother

That wretched swine who found pleasure in my misfortune

Today I will find you and beat you like the dog you are

I will let loose my temper and descend on you with thunder and fury

You took my calmness for weakness and gestured on in rudeness

You spat in my face and called me names while laughing till it hurt

Today you shall find what you seek foul vermin

Today you will learn that the gentleness of a panda does not make it prey

Pray to your god I do not find you

For you have awoken my fiery rage


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