It’s in the blood. This brew we can’t deny. We believed it a curse.
One we were born into. It had tainted us all our lives. Believing it would only lift when we’d die.
Until we found a way to reconcile this darkness. The Rage we Reapplied. Instead of letting it crush us to dust.
used as a biological steroid. One we had in constant supply. Better it be wielded by our hands.
Then our wrists remain tied. Use it to affect some kind of change. So we may endure the ride.
Rather then constantly hide. Fighting the good fight. With our heads held high.
Let it stand as a lesson taken in stride. That any who come after us will learn in time. And taught to others should it ever apply.
That negative circumstance doesn’t mean opportunity dies. It’s the responsibility of those smart and strong enough. To do anything and everything to earn their prize.
And forever wrestle with the misery inside. That tells them to wallow. When they should fucking Rise.
A RAGE REAPPLIED
