Tricesimus Sextus

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Wrath
Rattling chains, screams of rage
The beast shall not be contained
Unstable persona, distrustful gaze
Sanity can no longer be maintained

Surging, in his veins, surging
Is vengeance - his motivation
Boiling, his blood, boiling
All become subjects to his denunciation

And like how candle flame
Can become death in abrupt flashes
His undying blazing anger
Will eventually incinerate all into ashes

Hatred as his muse,
His gun at hand explodes
Others die by bullet,
As his blackened soul implodes

By the insanity of it all he loses control
He blindly brings retribution
By his wrath a devil he becomes
He is damned by his very exaction

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