Relentless

This poem is bathed with unrelenting frustration endowed with rage.

Energy increases with every moments passed

Constantly engulfing the man that is in last

Running with the spirit that never seems to die

Recklessly I fight as I push on through the tide

All the voices startle and one that shoots out loud

Piercing the weakness and all the while being found

Heedlessly I awaken the faith grown in the foot

Bathing in my solace while pushing off the soot

Never have I ever been so damned proud and all

When I hear those buzzards clawing at my open jaw

Should I throw the rock that keeps itself hardened?

Faithfully I should rest, while souls rest departed

Then I take a look at what seems to be fair

Shaking off the dust that wrestles in my hair

Running towards the bay that seems for callous naught

Make these buzzards cry, with courage I humbly fought

And through their concrete jungles, eyes on the target

Battling with all the pride inside, I never have to flaunt it

My battle axe with painted nitrate, damning them all fair

At least they will suffer this endeavor, their falling impaired

And as they quell within their mercy, their heads being slain

Fearlessly I awake within the fortress, hunting those in vain

Their heartless waking horrors all coming to life for gain

I will raise the torch up high, and destroy those in the bay