Anger hangs at the edges

filling my words with poison,

a need to hurt others,

                make them break.

Smile pretty girls at the front,

never let them know

how much you do truly hate.

And before they can turn away

stab them in the front,

never in the back.

March forward young ones

and initiate this deceptive dance.

Twirl with the masses,

and watch this world all bleed black.

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