The Rage
He condones everything
He regrets none
He on his own knows no bounds
Everything is his trigger
Everything will burn
Everything will be damaged
He will leave nothing but destruction
He hates all
He is the darkest thing alive
He lives hidden in waiting
He braces himself
For that one strike
He does so in his own pleasure
And when he leaves
He leaves the husk the troubles
He does not care
He only does damage
He is my Rage
He is hidden inside me
He cannot be called upon
He can only be summoned
From the fiery depths of hell
Rage arises and does the deed
That he was made to do and only do
My wish
End his doings, end this suffering
Come back, smite him
Your reward
Will be his heart
As when you smite him
The remains, a sight to be seen
