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Of Peace

My anger is non-violent.

Still she'll burn with

A fire which licks

The heavens.

Screams in bloody


Of fuming color,

To ignite the depths,

And bowels

Of this earth.


To roast us all

Alive in our bones,

With pleasure,

If necessary and good.

My anger is non-violent;

Yet the rage my fire


Moves mountains.

Parts crowds

Like the Red

Sea, sends echos of


Across cities and

Generations alike,


Reborn as Peace

On the tip of

My tongue.

My anger is non-violent

And least we forget,

She exists.

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