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.
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