Anger, greed, desire, Ignorance and other junks are running so wild in my heart of mild.
They blew in without a word.
And I am going to chase these to queer it with my sword.
No, this is not me, why are they jeering too loud and forging me to mould?
They want to put me down and want to snatch my crown.
No, I ought not to give up my throne.
Anger and frustration,
Stabbing...