His Perspective
My anger grows
through the rage
of jealousy
Black, evil, rage
uncontained, seething
and I stop...
Now I understand
a glimpse of how
He feels when I
have pursued evil
My sadness builds
through the grief
of shame
Blue, empty, grief
unrestrained, crying
written by Ben Brick
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