Encapsulated is the wrath of a thousand suns
Let it all fade to black, let it all fade to non
Let the angrier be true, be free
As hate that consumes is all I see
The Angry within is an angry that consumes
Hate be the way I let out in a latter of fumes
Cultivate Rages womb, in something that lasts
Hemorrhage and convulse as you wish it would pass
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