Fire Within A Roar

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The anger is sweet
For the moment
It will coarse through your veins
Reaching out to the pain

But never getting there
So close but too far
Without you're left shaking
With the pain
In the moment
Time stands still

It will tempt you
Block the conscious
One has a choice

But is it not sweet?
For the moment
Does pass
And we're left with..
The consequences