Between ruin and redemption lies a chasm,miles wide That every soul must cross to reach their home And the perilous bridge to the other side Will not allow for a tested temper's roam So if the soul's candle burns twice as bright And the flames of passion are not controlled Then that soul will face its darkest night As like the fool who sells his soul for gold When the tethered spirit meets hindrance and toil And the endless days start to seem too long The nerves torn and frayed, the blood starting to boil Nothing seeming right, but so much going wrong This is the moment that you must sense To sustain control,and hold your tongue For reason is the reasonable person's defence Anger,the hook on which so many are hung There are also times when the cause of frustration Comes from another's act of base iniquity Then, revenge may become a great temptation But it can only bring a pyrrhic victory When fury burns like lava in the veins And you submit to its periclastic flow Then you may find yourself in chains From the harvest that you sow The seeds of chaos are so often sown From some solitary act of enforced wrath When the shadow falls on patience worn There is no escape from the aftermath In temperance lies the key to our corporeal cell And the struggle to not become violent Is what decides our fate, whether heaven or hell So let reason rule and rage be silentBirth sign: Aquarius
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