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The rage within that I now feel

compels me now to write,

to share a vision, bloody red,

of your last desperate night.

The rage within that rises strong

that rips throughout my heart,

it sings the song of pain and weight

and rips my mind apart.

The anger, despair, knife's edge deep

lodged deep within my heart

compels me now to put pen to

this most accursed art.

For I now write to share my pain

to spread my hate and rage

to shatter walls and countries vast

with bloody, ruined page.

And so I say, to you who chose

to you who chose this path

to you who hatred chose and mocked

you will now feel my wrath.

And when these words are done at last

you will not then survive

the blasted hulk of your rent bones

will shatter, and divide.

For now I summon wrath and hate

to make my message clear;

I summon futures now destroyed

and children, raised in fear.

I summon furies of the storm

and monsters dwelling deep

and now I sick them all on you

to haunt your broken sleep.

I summon demons, horned and black

to scar your heart as mine

until you shake and scream and cry

and drown yourself in brine.

I summon children who you've killed,

or who you've forced to live

abandoned, bereft, starving husks

who nothing would you give.

I summon your own futures now

and those of your own sons

of darkened dreams and lost last hopes

that you've at last undone.

I summon those who you have pushed

beyond their mortal coil

those who you chose to hurt yet more

and in whose name I toil.

You have no future, shining fast,

atop this slope of blood,

for nothing you have built will last

I summon now the flood.

The fear you feel, the rage you hate

that pierces deep inside

I look straight, deep into your eyes

and now the flames arise.

In front of you the flames reveal

the destruction of lives,

the children, listless, learned not,

your symphony of lies.

I sear your eyes with those you've killed,

with what you have have now wrought,

the hearts you've torn and ripped with glee

and those you've left to rot.

I compel you to hold my gaze,

the fire in my eyes

a window into deepest pain

reflected in your skies.

I slaughter you with your own mind;

it terror's truest form,

a demon, dark and glistening

a screaming, tearing swarm.

A future, black, I show you now

with torn and blackened skies

with storms unending and at last

your own children's death cries.

And when you see what future holds

what hearts you have destroyed

and when you see your blood so cold

your soul will be devoid.

I show you their hearts full of pain

at what you have now done

and I commend you now to death.

Begone, you foul one.