Rage

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Deep within the pits of my being,

A miasma of emotions is brewing.

Slowly building and rising to the surface.

My pain is its preface!

The more I avoid, the more they pester!

It is becoming more difficult to be the jester.

What used to soothe my irate humour,

 No longer has any bearing on my demeanour!

Suffice to say a volcano shall erupt,

And spew forth to disrupt!

Prodding and pushing just to get a reaction,

Is raising my hackles for a violent dedication!

Violence is the resort of cowards,

Ha! Let me then give you your rewards!

Your stench of fear will permeate the air,

While I make you despair!

Enough is enough! No more shall I bend!

My fists will pummel you till you end!

No more sugar coating my bristling ire,

To smash your face is my only desire!

Just deserts for your provocative mockery,

It will be meted out with wrathful savagery!

Your suffering will alleviate the pressure,

Bring a smile to my face for sure.

Alas that is but a wistful dream,

All I can do is inwardly scream!

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