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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