What lies within that none can see.
Mine is Rage, he that screams in me.
Burning and biting tearing and rending.
Since the beginning, most certainly the ending.
Spewed forth from the flames with whisper and shudder.
The voices they plead let Rage have the rudder.
Back to the to the role you know and love so well.
Where once again you and rage can frolic in Hell
With discipline and vigor you swallow them down.
Yet they remind you who once wore the crown.
Rage was king and will be so again,
The one true ruler of violent men
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