The coursing veins beating heavy,
The cold heart frozen to the touch,
The anger melting on sight,
Yet he was holding back very much,
The caged dog let out.
It tore through the yard with great fashion,
They key was found underneath the shack,
And you would soon see a great passion,
The veins popping out,
Boiling underneath his own skin,
Yet his expression was cool, calm,
Mirror of what was going on within,
His thoughts ran torrid into his mind,
Evil was spread from side to side,
His heartbeat stood fast,
And soon they both would collide,
By the end of the day,
His mind was eased comfortably,
His temper was existing upon dreams,
And not for all to see.
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