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“Fruits of Rage”
Sheaths of leather hit the pavement
Ragged in their refinement
Cracks in the surface are never hit
One kinds of soul finds itself split
The cement buckles and it gives way
The flesh of the earth is displayed
And you dive inside to taste the juice
You were always easy to seduce
With rage….
Protective covers they fall away
Nothing’s behind you to make the save
Being exposed could be good for you
Molting lets you start anew
Grime and fear and shame they drip right off
And you collect them in a great trough
They fertilize the roots of the plant
Who’s fruit you’re holding in your hand
With rage….
Sheaths of leather hit the pavement
Searching for someplace to repent
With rage….
Rubber stamps imprint with every step
Blemishing the nape of a perfect neck
Pushing too hard against a delicate skin
Releasing the juices that flow within
Bruises brown and soften with age
Lasting reminders of the sin of rage
Markings of hatred mar porcelain skin
An ugly reminder of where you have been
With rage….
Rage….
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