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Deep Within

Standing,

nose tipped up,

arms crossed,

tail around his

waist,

he glares out

over the horizon.

Rage drives him.

Pain feeds him.

Power calls him.

His ego cannot

be tamed,

nor can the

swept back spikes

of his black hair.

His body cannot

contain his pride.

His heart knows

no remorse.

But in his

blackened soul,

hidden behind

the rage,

innocence remains.