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Vanquish
July 21,2009 9: 22 pm
It makes you curse, it makes swear
It makes you mad, roar like a bear
It feels hot when you keep it in
But when released, can damage the living
A dog was kicked around his back
Respect had gone, he made an attack
Relentless master shocked with the sting
Everyone is not equal to the law of being
Rush of blood from the pleasant plains
Rise up to the vines of smelting veins
Heartbeats haste with every word
Intent to hurt is against the world
Breathing it in, blowing it out
Expressing the truth can’t bear the shout
Unless compulsions were given a chance
Grudge will remain behind shallow pangs
Out of virtue, comes to rest
Just to overcome temptations’ breath
A sight of the trigger ignites it all
Words of the devil, the ear concludes it all
As the keys were hit, punched are codes
Urge to curse and hurt, born this sort of ode
A deep breath could seal vanquish in
With the help of God, perish is the devil within
July 21,2009 10: 15pm
poem
by
Ozi Law
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