Your rage's a fury that's all pain,

blight, and a plague of blood-red rain;

as though the wrathful will of God,

and sovran that one dare not trod

on, you're a hell that raises Cain!

And as a thunderous, loud peal,

and a thunderclap we all feel,

you're a hurricane that blasts the coasts,

destroying all that we love most,

and forcing us to shrink and kneel.

You're a violent, baneful squall;

that bodes misfortune for us all;

and you're an angry, perfect storm;

that's deadlier than the norm,

and worse than pride before a fall.

Ah, but behold! Your blood-red rage

now is replaced by God's writ page:

for though your life's one of emptiness,

your story's still a work in progress

wherein you'll see a golden age!

By Ngoc Nguyen

From: United States

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