The Rage


Not without aggression
the wolf bears its sharp tooth.
The time for survival is now.
Should the sun wait for an end?
No.
The Sun should never wait,
and he never does.
Instead,
he cries his mighty "good morning"
and his flames light the shattered sky.
No.
He waits for no one.
That is why
The Rage.

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