Paralysed with anger,

You beat the walls with the sum of your strength,

Gritting your teeth is your relief,

As you spew curse after curse,

Likely not for better but for worse.

A tempest of fury,

Your heart pounds out your chest

Family defamed, you piss on your mother's name,

As you seem to dismantle, bone by bone,

Now there's no one, you're on your own.

It was a folly of fate,

For comfort to come, too little, too late,

As your life seemed to pass you by,

Now you confront a God,

You deem a conniving old sod,

Who you'll defame until the end of time.