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
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