Woe to the rage addict!
Rage is the boiling monster in our guts.
There is no satisfaction to rage.
It merely flows, corroding the mind.
When I feel my heart pumping rage,
I tremble for it needs outlet.
There is power in rage.
But rageful power is momentary,
And leaves its possessor frail,
Once meek obeisance exorcises it.
Woe to the rage addict!
That addictive devil drug,
Constantly intoxicating,
Constantly proliferating.
I spy vein-pumping addicts,
Everywhere I turn.
Rage invades the imagination,
And tyrannizes,
Making vagrants of all other emotions.
They roam,
Friendless, homeless.
Woe to the rage addict!
Take a raging man.
He spouts follies,
Grinds teeth,
Sprays spittle,
Fantasizes destruction,
Trembles uncontrollably.
Like a child, he is.
Like an unreasoning animal.
Like a creature devoid of deliberateness.
Woe to the rage addict!
The devil rage is at the wheel,
Plowing reason with red-blind steel.
Rage is the boiling monster in our guts.
There is no satisfaction to rage.
It merely flows, corroding the mind.
When I feel my heart pumping rage,
I tremble for it needs outlet.
There is power in rage.
But rageful power is momentary,
And leaves its possessor frail,
Once meek obeisance exorcises it.
Woe to the rage addict!
That addictive devil drug,
Constantly intoxicating,
Constantly proliferating.
I spy vein-pumping addicts,
Everywhere I turn.
Rage invades the imagination,
And tyrannizes,
Making vagrants of all other emotions.
They roam,
Friendless, homeless.
Woe to the rage addict!
Take a raging man.
He spouts follies,
Grinds teeth,
Sprays spittle,
Fantasizes destruction,
Trembles uncontrollably.
Like a child, he is.
Like an unreasoning animal.
Like a creature devoid of deliberateness.
Woe to the rage addict!
The devil rage is at the wheel,
Plowing reason with red-blind steel.
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