I feel it within
The rage building up.
My chamber of sin
Will break like a cup
The purpose of which
To none I disclose
Its waters will ditch
My late overdose
And flow through my veins
Like venomous snakes
And break through my chains
Of flaws and mistakes
To arise from my cage
Like a billion suns
With the hate and the rage
Of the fatherless sons.
The bear arose
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