Splendid Fury (06.16.2006)
Vagabond and beggar all the time,
In the street of love was a deprived,
Idiotic in making a rhyme,
Where are the arrogance and pride?
You are the Splendid Fury,
And the Thing of Anger,
All those people would worry,
To meet their end and their master.
Heart is aching and throbbing,
In the senseless quest for pleasure,
Hope is vanishing and fading,
Happiness is not a scale to measure.
Hit him once! Break him twice!
A broken heart and scarred face,
Wounded soul -- remarkable prize,
What he gained in this foolish race.
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