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The voice of anger,
Never backing down,
Never admitting,
Never giving in,
Or giving way,
The voice of anger,
Always right,
Or so he thinks,
Blind,
Despite having eyes,
Close minded,
The voice of anger,
Can’t accept,
Can’t forgive,
Can’t stop,
Driving the point home,
Until it no longer has a meaning,
Now the voice of rage,
Blinded by fury,
Can’t hold itself back,
Can’t stop itself,
Whirlwinds inside,
Contorted by hate,
Warped by the endless need,
To be right,
Sometimes I back down,
Sometimes I give in,
And sometimes I don’t,
I Challenge,
But how can you beat an anger-fuelled passion?
Not willing to be reasonable,
Not willing to meet halfway,
It has to win,
It has to be right,
Yet is always wrong,
Can’t it see that?
No, it’s blinkered,
By what?
Itself,
It can’t blame anyone,
Except itself,
And me it would seem,
But that’s just the voice of anger,
That’s how it is,
And that’s how it always will be
Never backing down,
Never admitting,
Never giving in,
Or giving way,
The voice of anger,
Always right,
Or so he thinks,
Blind,
Despite having eyes,
Close minded,
The voice of anger,
Can’t accept,
Can’t forgive,
Can’t stop,
Driving the point home,
Until it no longer has a meaning,
Now the voice of rage,
Blinded by fury,
Can’t hold itself back,
Can’t stop itself,
Whirlwinds inside,
Contorted by hate,
Warped by the endless need,
To be right,
Sometimes I back down,
Sometimes I give in,
And sometimes I don’t,
I Challenge,
But how can you beat an anger-fuelled passion?
Not willing to be reasonable,
Not willing to meet halfway,
It has to win,
It has to be right,
Yet is always wrong,
Can’t it see that?
No, it’s blinkered,
By what?
Itself,
It can’t blame anyone,
Except itself,
And me it would seem,
But that’s just the voice of anger,
That’s how it is,
And that’s how it always will be
I read this. I rule.
If you read it, you'll rule too.
[Keep going Rasta, you talented ape]
If you read it, you'll rule too.
[Keep going Rasta, you talented ape]
RastaBillySkank wrote:
>
>
> I really don't intend to, I'm carrying so much crap with me that I'll
> be writing for a goodly while yet :-)
I know the feeling!
Like Ali-boy said - Mexcellent! ;-)
>
>
> I really don't intend to, I'm carrying so much crap with me that I'll
> be writing for a goodly while yet :-)
I know the feeling!
Like Ali-boy said - Mexcellent! ;-)
AliBoy wrote:
Don't ever stop this.
I really don't intend to, I'm carrying so much crap with me that I'll be writing for a goodly while yet :-)
Don't ever stop this.
I really don't intend to, I'm carrying so much crap with me that I'll be writing for a goodly while yet :-)
this is great, you have talent. Something I could never do was write or at leat convey thoughts well in words. Don't ever stop this.
It was mexcellent :-)
It was mexcellent :-)
The voice of anger,
Never backing down,
Never admitting,
Never giving in,
Or giving way,
The voice of anger,
Always right,
Or so he thinks,
Blind,
Despite having eyes,
Close minded,
The voice of anger,
Can’t accept,
Can’t forgive,
Can’t stop,
Driving the point home,
Until it no longer has a meaning,
Now the voice of rage,
Blinded by fury,
Can’t hold itself back,
Can’t stop itself,
Whirlwinds inside,
Contorted by hate,
Warped by the endless need,
To be right,
Sometimes I back down,
Sometimes I give in,
And sometimes I don’t,
I Challenge,
But how can you beat an anger-fuelled passion?
Not willing to be reasonable,
Not willing to meet halfway,
It has to win,
It has to be right,
Yet is always wrong,
Can’t it see that?
No, it’s blinkered,
By what?
Itself,
It can’t blame anyone,
Except itself,
And me it would seem,
But that’s just the voice of anger,
That’s how it is,
And that’s how it always will be
Never backing down,
Never admitting,
Never giving in,
Or giving way,
The voice of anger,
Always right,
Or so he thinks,
Blind,
Despite having eyes,
Close minded,
The voice of anger,
Can’t accept,
Can’t forgive,
Can’t stop,
Driving the point home,
Until it no longer has a meaning,
Now the voice of rage,
Blinded by fury,
Can’t hold itself back,
Can’t stop itself,
Whirlwinds inside,
Contorted by hate,
Warped by the endless need,
To be right,
Sometimes I back down,
Sometimes I give in,
And sometimes I don’t,
I Challenge,
But how can you beat an anger-fuelled passion?
Not willing to be reasonable,
Not willing to meet halfway,
It has to win,
It has to be right,
Yet is always wrong,
Can’t it see that?
No, it’s blinkered,
By what?
Itself,
It can’t blame anyone,
Except itself,
And me it would seem,
But that’s just the voice of anger,
That’s how it is,
And that’s how it always will be