Rage is a four letter word
Filled with fire and ice
Darts and daggers
Piercing words
Jettisoning through the hearts
Of those that love the rager
Despite the rage
Somehow convincing themselves
That what they know lies beneath
Perceived during those glimmers of kindness
Then abruptly bundled in self protection
In a world the rager learned was cold and unyielding.
Of those that love the rager
They still believe in Santa Claus
That the jolliness can be resurrected
Despite a cold, icy, flat tundra
As far as the eye can see.
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