His anger is as powerful as a thousand galloping horses coming straight at your chest! I've been beaten. He suffocates. He overwhelms and it takes days to recover. Exhaustion sets in as you lay lifeless at his mercy to attack anywhere he chooses. He doesn't discriminate with his choice of victims. You have avoided him for years racing through life like a nascar racer meets each round to catch up time wasted and yet we all have the same goals. When he decides to have mercy the scars remind you of that you are simply an unreserved outcome that has a cycle to repeat itself. Death would give you pleasure to cease the torture for one more day if you have to replay this event with a disappointment as a child getting tube socks for christmas and not the race car you intended on receiving. The title of this blasphemy that repulses you is called only by one name. Even in preparation you can slip into it's grip. My goodness i hate the flu season!