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....