The ecstasy of a righteous rage is like drops of life filling me to my frame.
Unbound fury burning like a blissful flame
caressing me like a lullaby
and leaving me in a childlike daze.
Hazel fire running throughout my veins-stimulating.
This divine wrath keeps me ahead of the game.
Wallowing in this so called sin-I live.
Having given me new life-its gift,
When so many have forsaken it.
Sated-a soul was its gift.











kinda like you dropped a lit match onto a puddle of petrol

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