Rage

A flame, controlled in a lamp fed by fuel is stable such is my temper, my anger. Deep within me is this fire that burns in control until activated by an outside element that completes the equation of rage. Rage, so raw and pure, this emotion is relentless and devours its prey without grace nor compassion. Your vision tunnels, locks on to the victim in which the wrath is intended for. Undaunted, you callously smite down the intended foe with violence so passionate you feel the rage coursing through your veins. This had been a flame now an inferno from which no one can escape, consumes all within its path. Adrenaline, a drug so virtuous to the mind and body, stronger than any man made chemical, hard it is to relinquish this most potent emotion that has the might to destroy nations and mankind. It infects the masses like the plague causing man to rape this world of life and the existence of it’s very being. Two towers stand with enduring strength, fortified with steel, come down, reduced to dust, due to that action, that virus, Rage.