Angry as the wind
blowing in the rain
he is walking down
the road
a chip upon his shoulder
heavy as a mountain
heart pounding
infragile body
his spirit is
empty
like an ocean
going dry
he starts to
walk faster
trying to
keep pace with his
tumbling thoughts
his eyes turn
bloodshot red
as the fire in time
begins to burn deeper
his soul
is in a dangerous place
subject to be stolen
and imprisoned
forever in darkness!
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