Rage

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    Rage

     Rage bubbles beneath the surface
    In a cauldron of evil thoughts
    Black and twisted, piercing talons
    Begs for condign judgment's flesh

    Locked inside with suffocation
    Screaming suppression's silent voice
    Slashed its prey with mean intention
    Exploding toward relief and rest

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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