Losing your temper is like,
Losing your control in life!
For, it is not what enters a man makes him right or wrong;
But, what comes out of him,
Out of his mouth.
This world is a stage for us!
But, your filthy words will always hold up on you;
So, try to hold your temper and learn from the truth!
Because, your temper is as bad as a man with whitlows on this ten fingers.
Make a change in life and keep on moving on with the muse of the time!
For, a man of honour does not need to fight like you do;
The muse of life and the muse of true love!
To access them with the sense of maturity;
Following after the laws with a positive mind,
And, bringing peace to all than, with a temper like this.
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