I am at odds with this world
bearing ill will toward all;
There’s a rage brewing within me
that I’m unable to constrain.

I know, anger ravages your psyche,
A malignant tumor that 
gnaws you hollow from inside,
It’s the scourge of mind
riding roughshod over your soul.


But, unbeknownst to me,
this seething resentment
is raging deep within my soul
toward this self-serving society,
This unabashed hedonistic wasteful culture
indifferent to the plights of the downtrodden,
Pursuing pleasure and good life
while the populace die of hunger.

Some people wallow in luxury--
They hoard, they feast, they overindulge,
unconcerned by the multitude living in
squalid condition deprived of basic human needs.

Yeah, there’s a rage within me
and I am hell bent on smacking the world down.
There’re people in it who are evil and deceitful
Who’re selfish, corrupt, arrogant,
self-indulgent thugs and marauders;
I like to put them in a chokehold and
squeeze the life out of this egotistical lot.

It’s time to unleash upon the world,
the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse.