I don't remember much
But the grasping
The grasping and choking
Pulling me closer while I sat frozen
Drunk on cheap whiskey and my own foolishness
That was my night of hell
When the devil took back what was apparently his
He took away my life and my dignity
Taking advantage of me at his moment
But within me was then a dark void
And also the anger of a thousand suns
I was angry at the people that would not love me
I was angry at myself for letting it happen
I was angry at the world for creating the devil
I learned that God has eyes filled with fire and rage
And his ears filled with burning souls of the modern age
God did not help me
For he is ashamed at what he has done
I still hold the anger of a thousand suns
It had consumed me
For the one who took advantage of me left only anger and fear
A mistrust lasting for years
But mostly an anger that is all consuming
They say fire purifies
The anger in my eyes will someday turn
Into the strength of a thousand suns
As he will never harm me again
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