Peace is a fantasy there is only anger
bubbling violently beneath the surface
ready to burst out whenever needed
with no thought of the resulting cost
With anger I can gain strength
muscles pumping furiously under the skin
mind being swiftly sharpened
to take on whatever new foe may appear
Using strength I can achieve power
maybe not the mythical sort but it will do
as long as I use it in the right way
none may be able to take it from me
With greater power I can seek victory
as I take my place at the top
all my opponents fall beaten before me
no more will seek to challenge me now
As I am victorious the chains shatter and break
the link fragments scattered all around me
finally obtaining the freedom I deserve
only the reaper can stop me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem