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 CurSed anger Sing Wound inside snake coils, cruel lover of blood who sees only red, unlike Gluttony, Lust, and Sloth, when you are wroth, can you delight in it? Like being possessed or obsessed, isn’t Rage close kin to Envy because it flays itself as much as singeing its victim? Yet how can I hope to capture Wrath on the page when not in a froth but in a reasoning calm? If Anger seized me up, words would Kilauealava-erupt then fall back to moil my stomach and snake up my shanked and coiled gutsand you would run. Must I demonstrate? Think how to behave when others rage at you: Contract. Turn cool grey. Armadillo your heart to the fury-darts being thrown at you, as I must do with my son. Ignorant teacher, he has taught me not to practice what he screeches; for I have seen Anger’s ugly ruin boomerang: the heart burns, torn drawings, scratched skin, hateful names that contort the face of whoever flings them. ...

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