He who bears hate
Deep down below, lives a madman who is driven only on the hatred in his soul
Acting out soullessly on pure anger that he holds
Banging on walls, just wanting to be heard
Yelling out to the world to just let him go
He’s kept away in a black hole, condemned for the nature of his soul
Over time they set him free, releasing him into the world
Lashing out in a sudden burst, harming anything with great force
Standing tall for a minute no more
Until he gets locked away, waiting for the day he gets told to come out once more into this cold world he roughly knows
This man speaks out for the anger that I hold
-D.M
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