Disgruntled And Fucked Up

Our domain is rigorous;
I tell it to go fuck itself.
My wrath in the loss of restraint,
Civilization becomes humbled.

I holler at the top of my lungs,
My dominance is engaged.
Fear me, almighty one!
Your foregathering is vacant.

The animal inside is unleashed,
I pay my homage to my benighted ally.
Damnation soon to trace me
As I am on the run.

This is my war,
Your deity hasn’t done shit.
He never cares,
So why should I?

Inhaling and exhaling,
I hear my expression going “Fuck off.”
Will it loosen my grip?
Maybe, or maybe not.

I invest the inculpation to the world.
For every conflict we put up.
For another chance I would have tolerated.
I guess it results at number zero.

If only I was born in another dimension,
Then I would have got to start all over.
But my action had been labeled incoherent,
I am put into a box.