Rage dripped down my teeth for days.
Not angry, not discontent
bone rattling rage.
It arrived on unknown wings,
it dealt it's blows without concern
on those who speak without thoughts.
Although the blows that were dealt,
landed in places of desire -
on those that prey on others in grotesque was.
they lacked design or precision.
Instead they cut jagged lines.
They rattled the things I love,
and they tore at things that I cherished..
That's the way it was,
until I awoke
and understood that
even with time,
even with forgiveness,
even with faith
There are things you just never quite get over,
and there are no morals to such stories.
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