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The quiet does not replace
The rage it merely papers over it,
And whilst agitated stillness
Tries to stem the overwhelming
The raw un-vented temper
Dwells malevolent; awaiting
One small lapse of will to snap
Free of your chassis and model
Itself upon more corporal walls.

Heed the incursions and
Take care of your burden
Before it becomes you,
And your good deeds
And awards are rubbed out in
The blink of an impulse or jolt
Of intolerance;

Stay any hand you choose
To raise, and be longer
In tooth than claw, and in
Your tomb, before unknown
Blood flows through them.