Boiling, roiling, pure anger.
Raging, staging, waging war inside the mind, soul, and body.
Cage is broken, the inner beast is loose and looking for a feast.
Answering your call for violence on the hatred burning and churning.
Boiling, roiling, pure anger.
Raging, staging, waging war inside the mind, soul, and body.
Pain is turned outward, the beast is loose and looking for a feast.
In the path are those who are unsuspecting.
Burning, never returning, unrelenting.
Seeking out everyone and everything perceived.
Animal, that is the thing, beating out of the core.
For ever more, frustratingly beating down the inner door.
Boiling, roiling, pure anger.
Raging, staging, waging war inside the mind, soul, and body.
Anger beast is feasting for ever more, already broken out the inner cage core door.
Welcome to my blog, I post just the things that matter in my life. I am currently working on two projects which will be posted to everyday. The first is my auto biography, which most people who know me say is quite intense and unique. I am also going to be posting excerpts from my first novels rough draft up until I finish and publish the entire work.
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