Roar

From the top of my lungs I yearn to yell
To scream from the depths of my very core
You’ll hear my bellow all the way in hell
Surpassing sound you will feel my roar

I rage mythic, out of pages lore
A thirst unceasing you cannot quell
I will not contain it anymore
From the top of my lungs I yearn to yell

I am wind so backwards you propel
A cyclone howling at your front door
I came not to whisper, not to tell
To scream from the depths of my very core

I am tsunami pulling you from shore
A trap you’re caught in which you fell
Your explanations are such a bore
You’ll hear my bellow all the way in hell

You say to quiet, not to fix and dwell
My shriek will echo back to time of yore
Like ruckus and bedlam casting a spell
Surpassing sound you will feel my roar

Until your ears won’t take much more 
And I decide to bid you last farewell
If you say you still don’t know what for
I’ll be the shouting in your head to swell
From the top of my lungs.

angerrondeau redouble

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