Raging Kettle

Emblazoned, burning up, The chemicals in me are a whistling kettle at its blowing point. The rage is not displaced but hidden away, Lost in the subterfuge of self control. But soon, oh so very soon it will overflow, Mimicking lava spouting from a volcanoes core, To cause havoc, to kill... Nothing is safe anymore, Not you, not I, not anyone anymore. Though this can be assured, The rage is not misplaced, Its intentions though violent are peaceful. Peaceful in its goal, violent in its course to get there. The rage has a purpose and it will succeed, Succeed for all of us, making us free. Free from Tyranny, free from Corruption, Free from the grip that our enemies continue to hold us down with. Simply because the unleashing is Right, And the enemies name is Wrong... And Judgment Day is coming for him... Soon my friends, oh so very soon...the end...