Quiet Rage
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shawngridley
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Quiet Rage

The wick is lit

A slow burn

Emitting from the densest flame

Burning bright enough to blind the hate

Now there is only rage

An urge

Filling to burst

And centered in the soul

Is ready to tear apart the cage

Wistful fluttering

A graceful dance on the breeze

Cold snap in the bones

Chill becoming a deep freeze

Implosion

Gravity's well growing with depth

An outburst of Love, Hate, and Death

Furiously silenced with dread

An aftermath far more beautiful then the infection passed

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