Mummy’s Love. (Hidden in Anger).

I can feel my mummy's love I know it's in there somewhere.

As the hands rein down on me, I know somewhere inside she cares.

I can feel my mummy's love even though it's hidden in despair.

I know she has a lot of love to give but the anger is always there.

I can feel my mummy's love as my ears ring with a bout of insulting words.

I am sure...

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Anger is an act of weakness,

A burst of devil rudeness.

The act of a crazy creature,

Showing its poor nature.

A mad early ripening attack,

A response was given back.

It’s the beginning of aggression,

Which will create tension.

Is anger a sin? Who will tell?

This passion is a trap of hell.

The devil opens his mouth

And the aggression growth.

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