#Rage

It is not wise to act from malice
Nothing good comes of spite
All of our joys die in Anguish
No great good comes from such strength
It makes us hurt with all it's might

There is not for us to gain
There is nothing that we can earn
A burning fire does afflict
All we feel is our pain

It leaves us with no tommorow
Everything drowns in sorrow
Everything reduced to Cinders
All that is left is smoking ashes
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