My Anger

Patience of accusations begin to thin As they toss complaints at me from now til then If i could summarize my existence that easily i would But another question is that if i even should Raised in a household of hulks Like angry dragons they bulk Time after time my mind begins to twist Turning and winding, Trying to keep my soul from dying Trapped in purgatory I question if im still in hell Was the 3 days just a metaphor for my time? Or did it just ring with the bell! I dont know how i came to be... Seems i was adopted by spirits, Ones that preserved me for eternities Oh God! im not ashamed of your help! Just let me see clearly! What am i even looking for? Something or someone i fear Thats out of my current reach Waiting, fighting and dying So something good can be Maybe il it can? But i fear i must first put an end to all my enemies Such is the prophecy of world war 3 No more in the end...will i here blasphemy Anger departs for now, until it spews upon there ignorant seas. More than meets the eye Trapped in my mortal shel Until the end of mortal time