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Rage

Your rage's a fury that's all pain,        
blight, and a plague of blood-red rain; 
      as though the fearful will of God,
      and Sovran that one dares not trod
on, you're a wrath which raises Cain!

And like a thunderous, loud peal,
by a thunderclap we all can feel,
      your explosive temper blasts our coasts, 
      destroying all that we love most,
and forcing us to shrink and kneel.

A violent and baneful squall,
you bode misfortune for us all;  
      and oh, woe! Like a perfect storm, 
      you're deadlier than just the norm;
and worse than pride before a fall.     

Ah, but behold! Your blood-red rage  
now is transformed by God's writ page: 
      for though your life's one of hopelessness,       
      you are still a work in progress         
which will usher in a Golden Age!