Thursday, January 19, 2012

Cloudy Consciousness

Hates a virus of the heart
That trickles in your speech
Bitter and a hasty word
Spoken with an evil power
Air to blood and word to leach

Tasteless words breakthrough our minds
But the strength falls to the meek
Stumbling through ill-tempered fog
Blind by vanity and pride
Anger makes you weak

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