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| "And allow righteous fire to consume and feast..." |
Unending Rage.
Walking away is the logical option
In schoolyard conflicts, but everyone throws caution
Into the wind, and into the void
Their dignity intact, their pride all but destroyed
As insults are slung and slurs now bombard
The antagonists, leaving their egos now charred
Or are they? An illusion! - all to keep you fooled!
A turning point in the battle, for their fury never cooled
But something simmers, something bubbles and congeals
Deep inside your core, now your opponent reveals
The coup de grace, the finishing blow
To end this madness, to quell reason's flow
The tools of logic will not work on the child
Who bickers and whines, rendering any mild
Discussion null and moot
Succumb to desire; just give 'im the boot!
Fists now curling
Feet now twirling
To face the coming storm, bracing for impact
Your opponent now smirks, refusing to retract
Their puerile remarks, for that would be weakness
In front of our peers, so one remains speechless
Keeping the status quo
One now knows
How to keep the masses on your side
Staying safe and inflating pride
Reason gives way to primal anger
People now run, away from your rancor
Either that or they laugh, at the mouse playing man
"Perhaps it's better if I just ran..."
No, hold your ground, only remain silent
Get ready for a fight, get ready to get violent
The first punch goes flying, missing your face
One volley you send, keeping intact your grace
As fist crunches nose, becoming embellished with blood
Both men fill with anger, an unceasing flood
Unstoppable force meets immovable object
Grappling on the ground, both now connect
Closer than before, in ardent arm-locks
He throws another blow, your thorax now blocks
This punishing attack, sending you to your knees
You bounce back, firing but missing
Your fist hits air, the demons now hissing
Crying
Shouting
Weeping
Screaming for you to release the beast
And allow righteous fire to consume and feast
On thoughts of peace, leaving the seeds of fury
You are the executioner now, not just judge and jury.
Something awakes, you are not in control
The demon rises, with only one clear goal
To come out victorious, all notions of peace now gone
Reason will not work, only violence will stop this spawn
From the darkest recesses of a twisted lair
Inside all of us, regardless of prayer
Neither mortal nor god can fully eradicate
Man's instinct to dominate, his ability to castigate
With extreme prejudice, giving himself extreme pleasure
Your victim lies sobbing, his misery now your leisure
One punch, two kicks, and a stomp to the ribs
Puncturing a lung, and next are his limbs
"A broken arm, leg and hip, sir, is that what you want?"
The demon obliges, your mind, he will haunt
You shield
Your face with bloodied wrists, only to find yourself too weak to yield
The face, a scarlet canvas, ragged breaths signalling
An end to his existence, the epilogue mingling
With the scrambled thoughts of a desperate brain
From Mundus to Oblivion, your killer now gains
A somber cloak of shame, yet the iron-clad chains
Which kept him restrained are gone, thrown into the mire
Now, he is free to set this world on fire.
Unending rage, is it such a curse?
When all your enemies wind up in a hearse
Silent as the dead, yet as loud as the thunder
That roars in your mind, as you throw them six feet under.
Source of anger image: http://ahillbillyblogger.wordpress.com/2014/06/03/unsafe-containers-anger/
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