The Rage

Living with me is tough, I drink  rum day and night

I feel the rage deeply inside

That rich man who imposes on that poor guy

He doesn’t pay and he lies

The rage arrives in my mind

His damned soul on my knife

I spit in his eyes, while he is dying

That bastard nerd who is doing the blusterer

He plays golf to seem a lord

Every day he brags, he steals the merit of someone else

He is a slacker and not a man

The rage arrives in my mind

With my mace I’m bloody and wild

I spit in his stinking mouth, while he is dying

The shadow helps me

In this shitty life

The whisper arrives to me

Someone now is dying…

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