THAT NIGHT I FLEW INTO A RAGE
I HISSED, I FROWNED MIMICKING RAVANAS PROUD OUTBURSTS
I GNAWED MY TEETH, I SWORE
YOU GOT FRIGHTENED AT THE DEADLOCK
IN THE MORNING I GOT UP
PREPARED MY TEA, SIPPED FROM MY SPECIAL MUG
THE SUN SHONE ITS CRIMSON RED
MY BEING WAS DRENCHED IN THE SWEET MORNINGS PERFUME
I DEBATED WHY THIS SPOILATION
IN INFLICTING PAIN WITH MINDLESS OUTBURSTS
THOUGHT I SHALL BE MINDFUL
I SHALL NOT BE THE ONE TO DEFEAT SOMEBODY
I SHALL SHUN ENSURING OTHERS DEFEAT
I SHALL ENSURE MY OWN VICTORY
BY CONTAINING MYSELF
VOWING IN PRINCIPLE NOT TO
TOPPLE, DISLODGE, BABOOZLE,
TO DESTROY.
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