Oh how I will miss him!
But he must go
Only to remain in memory
But dead to the world
Dead to me
And yet I will miss him
He sure was
The ideal of my life
Taking the world head on
Fearless and restless
Anger and rage
Spilling forth generously
Yet a keen eye
Always looking out
For the Underdog
For the weak, the brokenhearted
On their behalf
Boldly proclaiming Heresies
Defending the helpless
Fighting their battles
Tired, and yet fuelled by anger
The anger flourished
The arrogant helpless
Didn’t even realise
That they were helpless
Proud in their helplessness
They turned against him
He reached out to help
But they twisted his arms
The anger roared
And those whom he defended
Needed to defend themselves from him
And those whom he defended
Needed to defend themselves from him
He took on the strong
Pushed their lines back
Gained respect
But even more hatred
They hit back hard
And drove him out
And the murderous anger matured
Its venom spewed forth
Harming everything
Relentlessly, passionately
Caught between the fires
The powerful mocked
The helpless agitated
Fighting to the left
Fighting to the right
Anger, oh anger, everywhere
That is why he must go
Small battles won
But the war long lost
He must die
The weak and the strong
Have already killed him
He must definitely die
The sun must set
Maybe in his death
Probably there is redemption
Anger is not passion
It destroys rather than builds
Passion possesses care
Anger is not vision
It blinds the farsighted
Vision is compassion
Anger is not motivation
It demotivates the most motivated
Motivation is but love
Anger births hatred
It is crude, harsh, destructive
There is no place for any anger
Even for righteous anger
No right to anger, nowhere
All anger destroys
That is why he must die
It is in his death that
The helpless will see wisdom
The powerful learn compassion
But for that he must die
And I will miss him
But the angry young man
Must die
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