The Ire of Lies
That gnawing rumble beneath my feet,
has grown in size now week after week,
with impaling hooks, the noise does bring,
my head won’t clear of this forceful thing.
This ball of anger, molten in fears,
has slowly risen over the years,
it’s made of outrage, anger and rock,
it can’t be defused nor can it be blocked.
Their snowball of lies consumes my mind,
with bad intent to render me blind,
until one day gall turns to ire,
compacts with rage and turns to fire.
Revolution then comes to the streets,
with a class war started by the elites,
but heads will roll now for their crimes,
no place to hide in these dire times.
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