A potential danger we all possess,
Like containing a raging fire.
Hearing the flames crackle within,
Like a misbehaving choir.
This feeling is Anger,
We all know it well.
It is a deep determination
That no calm can quell.
Anger is a serrated mask
That fragile faces hide behind.
The mask hurts almost everybody
And leaves the wearer blind.
Anger is your shaking fists
That leave so many bruised.
You beat them with your problems,
Giving them those problems, too.
Anger is your heart's defense
As it tries not to break.
But more cracks on your heart
Is all that Anger will ever make.
◇ Xtreme Skilled Knights ◇
An army of many is more powerful than an army of one.
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