Whence cometh anger
To dwell upon a mind
Maketh a peaceful heart
Oh! ! So much unkind
So many things he hadst
Remain unwritten unread
Noise beneath the silence
That remain within unsaid
He gathers all the loathe
He kills all he yearn
Dies with pain inside
To become the angry one
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