Rage

The primal fury that fills mortality
The blooded anger that possesses minds;
Oh how shall we invoke thee,
When anger is just an aside...

The prince of fury,
Thy rugged pathway leads,
Carving through mens' morals,
And slicing through mortal hides.

Thy greatness is your blessing,
Thy existance runs far and wide...
But let not such base emotion stop us,
In our war on sin and pride.

RAGE!!!

Thy fury is tamed,
Thy anger spent;
Thy power is gone -
Thy life at an end.

Yet we fear thy coming,
Lord of Fury,
We tremble at thy touch,
And as we seek to know thee,
Thy powrer grows more and more.

Rage....

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Penned by my hand on the 16th of Miraman, in the year 261 AF.