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by dokurtybitz

Temples throb
In time with the urge
To hurt and hit,
Focus it inward
Away from those
Who don’t deserve the harm
And those who do.
Triggers, triggers everywhere
Control slipping from my
Grasp,
Bloody red rampage
Drools through carnivorous grin
Eagerly awaiting
Long pent up release.

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