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In an anger that is not his own, a violent hand turns
Blazing iron fists devastate the truest forms of innocence.
A little ones voice pounds in dismayed pain,
His heart is dredged in the anger forced upon him.
Love’s eyes tear with the thought of such an act,
Bound in the coursing blood of his family name!
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