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Tears of rage
My voice is shaky
My eyes are red
Tears are dripping on the floor
Tears not of sadness
Tears not of pain
These tears are pure anger
Anger so potent it kills
As I stand there in front of you
Your voice loud in my ears
Your hand grasping my shirt
Me clenching my fists
Trying not to attack
Trying not to kill you
But your day will come
The day you die
And I shall not forgive you
My eyes are red
Tears are dripping on the floor
Tears not of sadness
Tears not of pain
These tears are pure anger
Anger so potent it kills
As I stand there in front of you
Your voice loud in my ears
Your hand grasping my shirt
Me clenching my fists
Trying not to attack
Trying not to kill you
But your day will come
The day you die
And I shall not forgive you
Published 25th Oct 2013
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