Thursday, April 25, 2013

Rage

In my trance i remained

Battled the elements which passed

But its your prick hat hurt

Call it my fall or blame my pride

My armor is segmented

Not a uniform hardened hide

The fire your prick had

Burns now, an inferno

I am running all places

But why is't there nowhere to go?

Kill this fir, for you know the cure

O his scar will sign me;

I walk to water, a reflection beckons

Alas, a mirage it was only

And now there's no hope

Only time remains the healer

To kill within me his rage

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