If Thoughts could Kill
If thoughts could kill
And words wound sore
With pen and paper
Used as sword
Would there be earth
Enough to receive, the
Graves left, in angers
Chilling wake
No shedding of blood
Or broken bone, yet
Left everywhere is
Angers toll
A destroyer in motion
When out of control
He is our master
The grand puppeteer
He rules with bitterness
And controls with fear
Blinded with rage
You've become unaware
That you're shackled in
Chains, most assuredly
You are, when anger
Reigns.
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