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Rage and Hatred
Raw, unfiltered anger, it’s all that I know. Constantly Aggravated by worthless pieces of scum that I struggle Getting off of my shoes. A nasty glare, a hostile retort, Everything and anything can, and will, fan the flame. After the infliction, what happens then? A swelling, a vicious, Nasty swelling in the throat. A horrible torrent of flames threatens to Destroy all in its path. Words of pure venom threaten to spew out. Harrowing to myself and others, I know this to be so. But, like a sore Affliction or rash, it never truly dissipates. It only subsides, a dormant ember That flickers in the inky darkness until some ignorant cretin ignites it again. Red, red, red! Blinding, sizzling-hot red is all I see. Pure and unfiltered Evil that only cares for spreading vile hatred and destruction. Suddenly, the Devil is fatigued. It sinks into the abyss, dormant. But not for long.
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