The poem on anger

Power

Power is red, just like anger
It tastes like wine, it makes you fall
It reeks like cheese, that has gotten crusty over the hatred of his family
It feels like heat, only getting worst
It sounds like screams, from an angry soul
It looks like a heart, only getting smaller without love
Power is the way to get revenge, in his mind

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