Rage, yes it fills me.
Burning August red, Rage, yes it heals me.
Once I've let it out, I can't let it back in,
You might want to step back, it's about to begin.
I've called to the rage that resides within,
I tell myself this is it, and I let go of myself where I once wrote of happiness.
The memory's are suddenly my own self destruction,
I am my own self destruction.
F
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Faster than I can even imagine.
While my inner angels are dying,
Gods of a sort are crying,
This rage I'm filled with is never dying.
Raging for Eternity.