Pity the man who unleashes his anger.
This anger is an inferno of powerful hate.
It tears through a forest of souls at a devastating rate.
Throw torrents of water to it as you please.
Such swift anger spreads like a disease.
Try and Try, my fury isn't easily extinguished.
Such powerful hatred is seldom diminished.
Before long, the hate has you on your knees.
It ignores idle begs and plea's.
It is a merciless force.
It will destroy you with no remorse.
Revealed before them is a demon of wrath.
It is enraged by your sinister path.
In a quick move, it obliterates you all.
Such a regime was bound to fall.
To save yourself, be sure not to anger...
the poor soul constantly hung out like a hanger.
(excuse the spelling mistakes and the suckiness of this poem)
Everyone who believes excessive gaming causes violence should be dragged into the street and shot =^_^=
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