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 If  Thoughts  could  Kill
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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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