Hail, sweet anger,
O beautiful flaming one,
Most innocent and pure.
Holding no guile
Or any treachery,
You are the purifier of my soul.
You are the fire that warms
Many a frozen heart,
Chilled from fear and indifference.
O fiery child most true,
Giver of strength
And destroyer of fear,
Obliterate my indecision
And strengthen my failing resolve;
Spur me onwards,
With never a backward glance.
You are much maligned,
Forever undervalued,
And never appreciated fully.
You are the step child,
The child less loved.
Yet you are my own,
And never will I desert you.
My essence is you,
Without you,
I am incomplete.
So be you my shield,
My fiery companion,
And never leave my side.
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