Laurence Overmire - The Black Glove Of Anger lyrics

The black glove of anger Fit so snugly on his impotent fingers Flexing and clenching He curled them into a fist Reared back from the shoulder to the heart And pitched a clutch of knuckled rage Forward through the unjust gla**— A window opening on a blast of color Radiant ecstasy Caught in splendor On an unmarked canvas of the mind Ready and waiting To receive the light.