Sagittarius A*

It's ok to be incredibly angry inside
To hide your galactic levels of rage
Far exceeding the spite of Sagittarius A*
Ripping apart solar systems routinely
Holding Long-Bay-intensive-correction levels of hostility
Born of an eternity of blankness, blank stares
The too distant too cold unfeeling stars
Existing within these lives we never agreed to
Whatever ultimate sinister devil created those stars?
That malicious will inflicting suffering and cruelties
Who here doesn't harbour the need to scream?
To smash down every fence in the street?
I reckon only the stupid, the sociopathic
The wilfully numb, or the plain dumb lucky