| Anger is a gift rages against the machine (a title only in the technical sense) |
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Hatred rages in a sea of black waters, Churning against the small boat. Tiny passengers fear for their lives As the storm blasts down upon them From the dark gray sky. Love - a caged beast, frightened out of Her wits. No male counterpart for comfort In the tiny cabin. The cage slides, bringing Forth a slight whimper, the slam of the waves Echoing in the tiny chamber. Happiness - ever the optimist; only now Does his bright face reflect a new Facet in his ever sunny disposition. Any Confidence exuded is shaken by Thunderous roars and blistering rain. A Tiny cloud hovers in his mind as he Contemplates his safety. Goodness - a small child underneath The spinning wheel on the Bridge. Tears crawl down his soft Face knowing there�s no hope of rescue. The storm�s example burns molten hot in His young mind, with all Hope gone. The tiny boat is tossed, ever Closer to capsizing, but holding strong. The storm�s lightning grin reflected on The evil waters, the monstrous waves Indifferent to its limitations. |
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