Rage

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.