Rage
This Rage is I....
in me, wanting to be loosed.
Begging to be free.
It eats away at my soul,
and it will continue to, until there is nothing left.
It will tear and rip and beat it's way out
and I will be myself no more.
For it will take over my whole being,
the entire nation of my body.
For my heart will be void, and my conscious unknown.
Rage is not a burden,
but an upbringing of something.
The Rage that I will inflict on this world
is unable to be described
and this poem is only a glimpse
of what is to come.
For it will not be known
until it has come.
And it will be apocalyptic.
Because years of Rage can build up and become
higher than the Tower of Babel.
And it will consume this Earth
until it is oblivious....
and all will be gone because of Rage....
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