Plea #63: Rage It starts at the knees.
Then it moves to your chest.
You can feel it building.
But it, you will not best.

Your mind and your body,
Once one, now two,
Are once more, competing,
And the loser is you.

You've seen what will follow.
You know it too well.
Your pride you should swallow,
But rage, you expell.

Your soul makes a revolt.
But this is the last of the game.
Instinct finds your colt.
And now, only you are to blame.

You know what you've done.
You know it was wrong.
But the fury ran to your gun,
And now, to this world you no longer belong.