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His Familiar Rage

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Pull my hair and kick at my feat.

Burn my flesh with you're raging heat.

Throw me to the ground; cause me to sleep.

Turn your cheek and ignore my weep.

Push me away into your lonesome cage-

Only to show me ones familiar rage.

Dare not to look me in the eyes; I hold my breath.

You had once before felt this same living-death.

Take it all away and leave me undone-

Just to show that you have won.

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