I am the son of Passion

Blinded by red

For my father has word and I take actions

Tormented by the voices in my head



For whom he call father is Hubris

And Within our vain

His blood runs thru us

Driving us torts the state of Kane



Build for destruction

In the eyes of my fathers

Confined to obstruction

In the hands of any other



I am Rage

Fueled by passion and Driven by pride

The carnage in a cage

For its law I must abide

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