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the anger i experience when the blood flows from within,
is the emotional cut to start it new and begin,
launching off from a spring loaded rifle shot,
with the blood flow ceasing from a sealing clot,
the bullet flies to the south who knows where,
never to see the place that is down there,
maybe it hit a fence or wall built to protect,
or crushed a flying by giant annoying insect,
who knows where it stopped soaked in my blood red,
i just wish it hit and entered another head,
absorbed them in anger from the place i took a slice,
controlling another this anger because they are not nice.