When anger strikes a poet’s conscience, the darkest verses spill out like hot boiling acid from a beaker kept on flames.
-the lost soul
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Anger
When anger strikes a poet’s conscience, the darkest verses spill out like hot boiling acid from a beaker kept on flames.
-the lost soul
