Anger comes to test me
To plague me with pleasure
She loves to feed on my pain
And then release it around me-
She especially loves
when she makes me taste it,
She lovingly spoon feeds me, until I
Throw up- and then ask for more
Oh anger! You whore of a lover
I can feel you circling me
Taunting me with open legs
To come and be bound by you
I leave not my throne for your filth
I will love for yet another day

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