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Be still my heart Do not set off the rage A rage that feeds the hunger that lingers Be still Be quiet Like a mouse in slumber For the monster await their fill Oh of love the storybooks fill our heads But hearts are so much more Where do you think the rage that builds resides The rage like a volcano waiting to erupt It's ashes suffocating every living thing it touches with the weight of a thousand mountains (Sigh) No my friend Hearts are not just benevolent angels They are the fiends really to steal your love for their own That vengeance from that one small thing forgotten by all but one One small, pulsating, muscle That no one sees any harm in A true wolf in disguise as a lamb so sweet Pumping my veins full to the brim with anger and hate Boiling my insides with passionate revolt No, no, no I whisper, my heart be still I plead As I feel my heart turn to Jekyll my insides But it is too late You've pushed your thundering emotions to my brain Like a parasite, a fungus, a controlling