How many times have you felt like killing,
Or wielding your knife to see red blood spilling
Like a torrent from a gaping sewer?
Did you ever break your fists in anger?
You know even Death gives you a 'close' call
Oft when your fury leads to a pitfall.
Unchecked, your ire will sooner or later
Reward you with a burden much greater
Than just regret; You will be scarified,
Even when you think you were justified.
Most wrongs against you can be rectified
Peaceably and more swiftly than plucking
'Eye for an eye', a practice most shocking.
Revenge though sweet, Remorse will come knocking...
(Lest this be misunderstood, above advice
is directed to myself.)
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