ANGER

The day hath come to impale you
The day hath come to scorch your pride
The day hath come for my revenge
The day hath come for bitter victory.

Oracles, I sense reclaims
Oracles of the plan planned
Oracles that turns dark to bright
Oracles of seeing you dead.

Down you go to the pit
Down I go with you
Down you will suffer
Down You'll be under

Apathy, I am tired of
Animosity, I am full of
Idioticy, you are made of
Vulnerability, You are copious of.

Wait, You will not understand
Wait, see my anger's expansion
Wait, feel my wrath's undertaking
Wait, digest your damnation.

2-16-97
12:07p.m.
Misunderstood Completely

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