Pain to the page that the punished seek to flame
Rage, onward rage, like the feelings which remain,
Over time they grow to become a drifter's name
Feel undeserved in the grasp of honor's reins

Peace overcomes triumph at the burning bridge
Fear of the past casts a stone into the mind
Odious growths sprout from shade beyond the ridge
Forced to confront mold within the chest, confined

Fondness unbound found in places others crept
Loathe to recall painful thoughts they once invoked
Else, be appraised under false pretenses kept
Grow awful fierce as the hateful flames are stoked

Life often writhes at the hands of captors vile
Takes its strange wives and begins to steel the frame
Cracks under force, and then once its aged awhile
Falls to the wayside, with none to take the blame

Plague, vaguely claimed, reigns victorious again
Rage, fearsome rage, places faith in fatal sin