there is a fury within

There is a fury within,

a boiling tempest of unleashed rage,

a snarling savage from some primal age,

ferocity,

animosity,

a demon so obsessed with destroying

that he would rather,

if he must,

devour his own soul, that he might die,

while on his lips,

a screaming cry of last, forever agony,

"Why am I,

the way I am,

why, oh why, oh why?"

 

The End

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