Calm Like A Bomb (My Version)
I'm as calm as a bomb, explosive as a city covered in napalm, as influential as a 4-year old listening to a rapper talk about handguns, ready to rampage with the one in my palm, as pissed off as a Rage Against The Machine song, no matter what day there's always something wrong, "Anger Is A Gift", I guess Malcolm X was right, only way to get rid of this stress is with 2 fists, with an army of darkness rebelling in the night, too blinded by the 7 sins to see which is the path of light, I already know I don't walk the path of rightouesness, no interventions, or inventions, can fix this, this mental block called life, but nothing to do but just sit back, relax, and fight, overcoming anger leads in a race of emotions, the rest turn into illusions, even pain goes up into one fiery explosion, final destination: mental asylum, until my memories are done, the mentor will keep askin "What's wrong with this one?!", the answer would be rage, just hurry up and trap me in my cage, before I really get angry and pain becomes hate.
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