The burning of hate deep inside you,
it shears your flesh raw.
You attempt to control it,
but the fires of hell can't be controlled.
The heat of the fury is so strong,
that even in death your soul burns with the passion to destroy.
The only way to stop the fury is to let it burn away everything you are,
for it to burn away what left of your sanity.
Your body glows blue with the passion of the fury......













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Can it be done?,
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I think the two very long lines throw the poem off. But that's just me.
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Human kind
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Can it be done?,
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The crimson lust will pour from your cold wounds at the time of your shrill demise...
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