Do you feel rage, beyond all else?
A sketch that could paint a portrait
Of immeasurable, boiling, puzzling hate?
Snap out of your misery, chime the bells
That govern your stupidity
And let go of the doom you call life.
That said, you will never see yourself with a wife;
Being devoid of all hope and glory, you see.
An infinite times, I tell thee.
Hope and glory – The meaning of self;
Rage-inducing pain, a million years set in.
Conform to your banks, let me be
Free from unnecessary pain, O demonic elf.
I am but human. I sense poison within.