Rage Bound Island Poem by George Samuel

Stage on rage,
Taken down on broken pages,
Lightening rise, a sign from the storm,
No rescue bound when thunder looms,
The Eastern strike, a blood rush bomb,
Heard by the limbless groom.

For earth reckoning the sweat in sleep,
When there's a dream of blasphemy,
No seer must smile but weep,
Far from the dark, arise an enemy,
And dose his mission prior to dawn,
At rush hour under filthy lawn.

Rage bound ages,
But the sleeper envisage no images,
His gift is snoring in sleep,
In the morning it escapes him that he saw a world that weep,
From this caution should've been,
For man and beast to flee unseen.

Before this tale of dark unfold,
As no warrior experience it and remains bold,
Because the message is passed through the blood,
Same blood that the heart must bump,
How would it contain life once it's given a thumb,
By rock Island bound to slump.