Fury from the Night

I'm blinded by fury

at the world tonight.

I feel my heart beating

with all its might.

Wherever I turn

I just see human blight.

I can't be the only one,

am I right?

Nothing makes sense

and the hatred still grows.

There should be an exit,

but nobody knows!

My blood still boils

as my ink still flows.

I'm one with my anger

and, good God, it shows.

Hellfire rains down

in an unholy shower,

while git after git

are still left in power;

and while this does happen

my anger'll still tower –

it's not a small problem

to be solved in the hour.

As the clock ticks past midnight,

I'm starting to tire;

but I cannot escape

from the furious fire.

Oblivion will reign:

a nasty, old liar –

a horrible insult

to our planet, Gaia.

But still, time roams on

and I start to see light,

cutting in like a dagger

and banishing the night.

There's a flutter of wings

as my hatred takes flight.

I'm free from my anger –

for now, at least; right?