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It feels good first That punch you throw Powered with adrenalin Triumph!  you crow Losing control Each threat you shout Driving Emotion prevails Anger has clout Primal howling I  cannot speak A volatile Damnation Beneath my feet A fiend unleashed A dark winged thing Wrenching the curtain aside Madness is king You’ve crossed the line There is no doubt Dimensions of cruelty Madness wins out No forgiveness The devil cheers Waylaid in selfish desires Demonic fears Fear holds its breath Sardonic gloom Too turbulent to control Foreboding doom Peace is exiled No looking back Thrusts of heartless violence Repression hacked Paradise lost Cherished hatred Surging over boundaries Nothing sacred Stuff of nightmares Robs me of sleep Letting go with a vengeance Monster’s relief I cannot bear This heavy weight Id’s inner realm Desolate hate Transcendence shows All states of thought Each a world unto itself Not shaken off Silence that grudge Revenge aint sweet It turns back on you like a Missile seeks heat
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Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
Revenge
It feels good first That punch you throw Powered with adrenalin Triumph!  you crow Losing control Each threat you shout Driving Emotion prevails Anger has clout Primal howling I  cannot speak A volatile Damnation Beneath my feet A fiend unleashed A dark winged thing Wrenching the curtain aside Madness is king You’ve crossed the line There is no doubt Dimensions of cruelty Madness wins out No forgiveness The devil cheers Waylaid in selfish desires Demonic fears Fear holds its breath Sardonic gloom Too turbulent to control Foreboding doom Peace is exiled No looking back Thrusts of heartless violence Repression hacked Paradise lost Cherished hatred Surging over boundaries Nothing sacred Stuff of nightmares Robs me of sleep Letting go with a vengeance Monster’s relief I cannot bear This heavy weight Id’s inner realm Desolate hate Transcendence shows All states of thought Each a world unto itself Not shaken off Silence that grudge Revenge aint sweet It turns back on you like a Missile seeks heat
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Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
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