My name is Rage and I'm the Devil's daughter
So prepare yourselves for the slaughter
Of innocence being replaced by lust
And an angel's heart turning to dust
Debauchery and sin
Growing from within
Tidal gates opening for all
As resistance will crumble and slowly fall
Futile attempts to stem the flow
Of energy that has no other place to go
Flowers wither and petals die
As songbirds stop singing and begin to cry
Rage is coming a thousand horses deep
Murdering innocence in it's sleep.
© A S May 2013
