Unpunctuated truth by Karl Cross

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your rage,rules your heart,
takes me to the start,
the past,the part,the play,
where i stay, or go away?
not wondering if my way is fair or fine,
i'm walking down,this,long and narrow, line,
hoping not to find,
my conscience or my mind,
i repay this love with an anger of a kind,
one life it ends,
so swiftly on a knife,
so soon it bends,it brings me back to the time when i would rhyme.