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The
anger that is aroused within me Could
crush a thousand stones Into
a fine powder. The
anger that arises within me Would
cause a lion to turn and flee From
my uncontrollable wrath. Yet
I wish I too could escape This
malediction which envelops my body, While
my heart pounds inside my breast, And
my whole being trembles.
And
succumb to these wills, Or
will I pursue Absolom And
plot against my father, Or
will I copy Saul, And
extinguish this torment forever? Am
I able to fasten them to a rock And
protect myself from myself?
Are
met with fierce hostility, Which
only secures my ways To
hurt me through the days Of
blindness And
spite.
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