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Anger has turned my heart
into a rusty piece of metal. Mercy was defeated and love has died, without being a hero. Anger has ruined, everything that was built, on the land of my being and my anger has become immortal, draining life from every trace of thought I got left inside. Mercy was so weak or maybe unsupported, but the loss of feelings, was the greatest victory that anger had on me. There's no time and no power, to cast away this monster, that imprisoned me, into a pot of venom. Oh, you anger, stab my dying nature and set me free of you, stop living inside this rotten corpse and turn yourself into a spot of dust.
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