Rage is a tool used to destroy.
There is no emotion, no feeling.
Only the urge to kill...to hurt...to slaughter.
Those with rage, their patience is like an apple peeling:
There is only so much, so little to share.
The kindness is only skin deep,
But so many keep pushing them, testing their limits
Without knowing the Hellish beast of which they will be given a peep.
They laugh the weak and mock at the poor.
Then they make their gravest mistake:
They keep pushing.
A mistake God himself unwittingly makes.
This demon then releases its fury,
A fury never witnessed before,
A fury not even a god would stand up to.
This fury, the Apocalypse, the end of the world,
No matter what it's called, the results are the same.
The beast is unleashed, billions die.
The gods of man abandon them,
Leave them to suffer for false ties.
Weak-minded mortals and narcissists,
Hypocrites, and pricks; Doesn't matter.
The fools are all the same:
Humans for the main course of the beast's platter.
The rich, the greedy, the fools who think they're above us, above their god(s).
They place their faith at the last minute;
They place it with their final breath.
But it's too late; The deity has already left them,
Left them to a slow, eternal death.
The fate they received; however, was not the fate they deserved.
They deserved to suffer forever,
But instead they get to relax and enjoy
The serenity of wherever.
Anger is a fuel for this rage.
Hate and fear fuel it, too.
Life is its birth and it knows no end.
From birth all the beast does is hunt and massacre people just like YOU!!!
