Endless rage, flows inside,
Infinite anger, he will not hide,
Clenching teeth, and burning eyes,
Peace and calm, here have no ties.

He growls and screams, into the air,
Howling battle cries, with a killing stare,
Boiling blood, and sweating body,
His rage alone, enough to kill somebody.

Starts to run, great pikes fly at him,
An army's force, for a killing whim,
Their general snarls, and looks towards,
Another volley, brought on by his words.

Thousands of spears, come down like rain,
Piercing his body, almost unbearable pain,
He screams, and pulls eight from his chest,
three from his leg, he does not need to rest.

He hits the first line, with an ungodly force,
Soldiers fly, body parts flail, without remorse,
He cracks their skulls, in his mighty hands,
Spilling their blood, on the green open lands.

A great ogre charges in with a stump,
Sharpened at one end, at the other a lump,
Trying to pierce him, end him there,
The giant is easily beaten, dying continues to stare.

Taking the giant's spear in his grip
He flails it, making soldiers fall and trip,
Hours pass, screams go high, into the air
Our madman, stares down the general, with a snare.

The general smiles, and applauds his foe,
Is this the end for our bloody hero?
General thrusts, his great flaming spear,
Into the man's flesh, without any fear.

But the madman grins, with a cold deadly smirk
The spear missed his heart, and now goes berserk,
Eyes go red, as he breaks it in one try,
And sticks the point into the general's eye.

The general screams, in pain, and fear,
As the madman, breaks off his head, wearing a snear,
The madman, berzerker, and monster
Made an army disappear, without any luster.

Corpses remain, no sign of life,
All in a day, such awful strife,
Who is this fiend, you may ask yourself
A man possessed by the spirit of Asura itself.

Limitless rage, unbreakable body.