High are the red burning flames
fanned by the constant irritations of
the idiotic people that surround me.
Even the slightest sound of their voices
fuels the raging torrent of hatred within my soul.
Stay quiet, stay silent
curse them from inside,
spare them the hurtful words i long to scream at them.
Stay quiet, stay silent
and let those flames die out.
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