Rage of a Dark Trapped Soul

Uriel enjoys writing and reading poetry. He enjoys both modern and classical poetry.

I am bitter, I am twisted out of shape with rage;

I rage at myself for being enraged.

I am trapped in this mortal cage,

My mind, body, and soul the world has ravaged,

My soul is becoming dark and evil,

I can hear the beckoning of the devil.

I once dwelt in the Light of Pure Bliss.

Now, I am condemned to suffer in this merciless world.

I am in Sheol, the dark, bottomless abyss.

I am a god, will I relinquish my soul for mere gold?

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