My name is Rage and I'm the Devil's daughter
So prepare yourselves for the slaughter
Of innocence being replaced by lust
And an angel's heart turning to dust

Debauchery and sin

Growing from within

Tidal gates opening for all
As resistance will crumble and slowly fall
Futile attempts to stem the flow
Of energy that has no other place to go

Flowers wither and petals die
As songbirds stop singing and begin to cry
Rage is coming a thousand horses deep
Murdering innocence in it's sleep.

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© A S May 2013