Fire red rage,
Pours through our veins.
I wish that it didn't,
Have to be this way.
I love you both,
But all three are wrong.
Now we all must,
Sing this unsettling song.
I have a tendency,
To make blood hot.
Anger gripping,
those who feel shot.
Now I'm hoping,
That somehow,
I can fix what I broke.
That I can somehow mend...
The veins of rage,
Pulse pounding,
Heart stopping,
Fear conjuring...
Rage...
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