They say that I'm a child of rage,
for I want to rip the world apart.
But that is least, and meagre,
in the black chasm of my heart.

I want to tear it from the seams,
'till my nails are bloody and no more.
I want to scream until my voice dies,
for this world is wicked to the core.
I want to make it hurt like I do.
I want to bleed it, skin it raw.
I want to make them fear my name,
give me the horrific lore.

I want to tear down all the forests,
and leave them ash in wakes of dust.
I want to take a god by the hand,
I'll even sing to it, if I must.
I want to kill it, make it cry.
I want to break its heart and soul.
I want to watch the damn thing die,
and drown in the loss of self-control.

Make me Icarus,
Damn me sick.
I want to sit and watch it burn.
I am a child of rage,
they made me,
for that is all that I have learnt.

I am the child of rage,
they made me,
when they gave me all this hurt.

(Child of rage from Sweet as Hell
by TheFallOfArtemis)