Rage, rage, rage!
Rage
unto the roaring skies and rob the mighty waves of light;
And sound
the clash of Titans.
Bring me
them in the arc, I shall drink them to the less.
Ah, my
Angels and Devils,
Rage
unto the eternal fire and waters,
I shall
blow the west wind and chariot unto the Eastern skies.
I carry the
unquenched fire and sound the trumpet of war.
They devoured Prometheus's liver,
Defiled Hypatia upon Caesareum's altar,
Stripped by oyster shells,
Bathed in the blood of Jesus, the Nazarene.
I bury them. Yes, I bury them.
I see
the reversal of the time-
Those who walk on land shall return to their origin.
The slave of the past,
Bearer of forefathers' sins,
Shed your blood, find solace in your shadows,
As they demand the return of your sins.
Show me
your hands
For, they drop blood
and wipe the stains of sins they passed on to you,
For, They
never say enough and enough.
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Cheers!
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