Anger of the Soul
The acrid sight of my inner soul;
The unjust punishment I release when bored.
The wrathful fist I unleash to all I despise.
Along with the belligerent eyes I use for demise.
I am ballistic like a tornado,
An earthquake from the roots of my feet;
Along with the crater I form with my finger,
I destroy you, but make you linger.
The Raving face I show above,
I show the face of Armageddon and the voice of Satan.
The anger of the soul, the anger of MY soul,
IS THE ANGER THAT WILL ERASE YOU, UNTIL YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A HOLE.
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