The night my light of life like a knife in the heart of God.
Never gone the death of humankind.
The writing of my mind a never-ending battle towards the end of me.
No stranger to the mortal man,
Can tear apart even the most peaceful of men.
Anger is like ink,
It can seep its way into almost any form of material or stain any object.
Like a worm in the ground anger can take over the proud and make them scream aloud.
When they see the source of all evil in a black and hellish cloud.