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there is a fury
something living deep inside of me
something tired of being smothered
something dying to be released
there is a fury
a stressed infatuation
an animal caged, barred and tied
a wild thing, desperate to survive
there is a fury
and it comes on swift wings
on untamable, clawing feet
alive in the night, it cries
there is a fury
a shadow in the corner
a sound that's growing louder
a blind eye to the influence
there is a fury
something that cannot be conformed
something done with being stored
it is in the eye of the storm
Posted: 2006-09-03 08:36:00 UTC

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