It’s all left a clutter
My mind is a mess
Thoughts made to stutter
No time to take rest
The anger inside
Is up to it’s height
The restless collides
Prepping up for the fight
Could this be the end
Will I lose my nerve
All the words that I’ll send
Give them what they deserve
But this isn’t right
Most certainly not love
Come peace of mind
Send all grace from above
You won’t win this time
Hatred won’t come in
Goodness will reside
As I say no to sin
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