Pain,
Anger,
Rage.
All I feel.
Pain begotten from words ought not to be uttered;
Anger sown by the oppressors that think themselves better;
And actions reaped in the later age after all is forgotten!
O' here comes suffering and laments
As pains of the wicked aggravate and curses dwell
How shall they explain their cause to their seedlings
And flee from the shackles bound to them?
Tomorrow has no lasting age
And shall remain pregnant
Until their wickedness is fully reaped.
