Anger
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The seeds of anger
That plants in mind of man
Where it grows tenfold there
When it is manured
Hundred fold harvest
When it is reaped
Everything disturbs
Heaps of anger
There it accumulates
Heated exchanges humans make
The moment he forgets
The problem he makes
The heaps of anger
Rings the danger bell
When it is angry
Memory is losing
When the lose of memory
The intellect is lost
When intellect is lost
All goodness is lost
The world is lost those in anger.
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