rage
boiling, bubbling, like a cauldron of molten sulfer
it builds.
nearing the top of this hell's boiling pot, so much power
it wields.
The hate of a century,
it can convey.
the strength of ten men, yet one man's orders,
it will NOT obey.
Red is seen around the eyes, this rage will never,
be disguised.
If anyone ever hurts my girls.
I...Will...Kill...Them.
it builds.
nearing the top of this hell's boiling pot, so much power
it wields.
The hate of a century,
it can convey.
the strength of ten men, yet one man's orders,
it will NOT obey.
Red is seen around the eyes, this rage will never,
be disguised.
If anyone ever hurts my girls.
I...Will...Kill...Them.
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