Gates

Coal fires burn where gentle should pour cool
Fuelled by his rage within, driven by hatred
And torment, delirious confusion blind
Stumbling into brick walls and wire fences
Forsaken by love he breathes resent profusely
Pouring blame upon all who can hear, furiously
Yet not once, did he open the flood gates of wrath
And allow this to flow away, like hot lava
Flowing away down the hills of the volcano
That shall eventually cool, and find peace

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