Rage The Remix

A raging fury, blinding and dark,
Confined within a mental park.
Longing for release, freedom from its hold,
Under the influence of a murderous mold.

Stealing, killing, destruction it craves,
Yearning for a world it misbehaves.
How can I resist its overwhelming might,
Compelled to surrender, to give up the fight?

Then, the Son who was begotten came to mind,
Against such rage, He had already defined.
I looked at the fury from a different view,
And what I saw was a pitiful hue.

No murderous rages, no beast from the past,
No spirits, no ghosts, no voices that last.
It was just me, alone with my choices,
No external force, only my own voices.

Now, when anger threatens to rear its head,
I choose love, the love of God instead.