Unbound Rancour


 In this land where empty hopes dwell,

Where lost souls rave and rebel,

Delusions of grandeur run unbound,

Where love dies unsufficed, ordeals swell.


All wants died a death to be spoken of,

This bondage winds my soul so rapacious,

They care only who I am the son of, 

Prominence none, but efforts tenacious.


Unsheathing the mighty pen,

Draw ink in undying candour,

Gripped with bloodthirst,

Unleashing anger, boundless rancour.

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