If I release my rage,
my armies will undo,
let out of the cage,
every last of you!
If.
When I send my ire,
You'll be badly burnt,
A fire of an empire,
That cannot be turned!
When.
I am here and I'm free,
Now my anger you shall taste,
All of you will taste of fear,
All of you will become waste!
So you are,
So it seems.
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