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Old Ugly Trees - Wrath

The river Styx boils black beneath a starving sky Thick with the stench of rage made flesh Here the furious tear themselves apart Drowning in the venom of their own unrest They thrash in mud like rabid creatures Claws sinking deep in rotted skin Every scream is a blade reborn Every breath a curse sharpened thin Above them, Phlegyas howls in madness A ferryman forged from broken wrath His oar splits skulls like rotten fruit As he guides the damned along their path The river churns with blind aggression Its waves are fists of fetid blood Each surge a violent, choking echo Of hatred that time could never subdue Beneath the surface lie the silent ones Those who swallowed rage until it burned inside Their voices muffled by the choking mire Their hatred festers where no light survives Their eyes glare upward through the sludge Still seeking vengeance they never dared to show A grave of grudges buried living Suffocating in a world below The furious and the sullen share this fate Two poisons born from the same disease One erupts with savage hunger The other kills itself by degrees They tear, they sink, they drown, they rise A cycle of fury without retreat Their violence feeds the river’s heartbeat Their misery keeps the current complete And I walk past their boiling tomb Unaffected by the chaos of their fall For wrath is mankind’s truest mirror— A truth that spares no one at all The Styx swallows them piece by piece Devouring hatred’s final breath And in that storm of flailing bodies I see the shape of human death