THE FURY OF CARNAL RAGE

THE FURY OF CARNAL RAGE

There is a vengeance deep within my soul,

A pent up rage looking to seek control,

I am he,

Who holds the key,

That will unlock the cage,

And sick upon you such carnal rage,

The likes of which you’ve never seen before,

My justification is that you’ve become society’s whore,

For now you seek to only impress,

The shallow names of the people, whom you obsess,

You’ve sold your soul it’s plain to see,

Forgetting those of us, who got you where you wanted to be,

Look at me when I fucking speak to you,

Unlike you, backstabbing is not something I do,

I live by the standards founded upon loyalty,

And don’t parade around as if I were some kind of royalty,

God damn it! Look me in the eye,

And explain to me why,

Why must you shun me away?

For I did nothing to you that deserves such dismay,

Tell me, what’s it like to be so special?

Better yet, what’s it like to befriend the devil?

God help me stay under control for your sake,

Because this vengeance within my soul is no fake,

You’d better pray that I do not seek you out,

For if I do, you WILL feel a fury even Hell knows nothing about…

-brad