A thunderstorm,
Anger crashes out everywhere.
Bolts of hatred,
Shoot out in every direction.
You try to hold it all in,
Only to have it all pour out in a down pour.
Emotions swirl around,
And whip violently.
The storm starts off strong and violent,
Eventually it dies down,
And what you're left with,
Is a torn down scene,
Of hatred.
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