Fury's Grief
The hate in me grows like ivy.
They fear my claws and my fangs;
The same they were once proud of.
This bloody ravenous wolf-like rage,
This insatiable thirst for vengeance,
Is all that I know of.
What a vile, monstrous ugly thing it was
To have been my father's child.
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