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Sep 2014
Penalty,
Blindness by worth.

Mistaken by judgement.
Burned at the gate,
To hell.

The beast is inside,
It claws at the surface.
It's rage unexplained.

It roars,
Hunting for an opening.

This is what my anger feels like,
It feels like a beast that is destructive.
It doesn't fear man.
God, or creature.

It claws at the surface,
If I snap.
Everyone is in danger.

Of Nightmare.
Dark Jewel
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Dark Jewel  20/F/Greenville, SC
(20/F/Greenville, SC)   
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