It burns, it kept proving to me that it burns, it kept reminding me that it burns, as I evolve into an agitated monster, not in any state of mind to rationalize or even to allow realization of what is right or what is wrong to occur to me. It burns, and its flames nourish upon the oxygen I breathe. I am held captive, and I struggle to break loose. Being burned alive, I scream in anguish because of corrosive pain that erodes through my soul, enclosed within a suit of flesh, an encasing, so still and lifeless. It burns beyond the rate of control, it burns beyond into an incineration of destructive desire. A massacre of generations of innocence and the amendment of a new era of vengeance. A narrowed perspective, a state of fury, and a feeling of complete chaos inhabit the orderly creation of my human body. Pandemonium within discipline foreshadowing the silence before a storm. A demand for respect, a demand to abolish injustice, a demand for correction, it burns to establish. A demolition of corruption, an extermination of envy, and a call from within, upon hate to what prevails, roars for the world to hear.
It's the rage within me that burns, spitting flicks of despair at a world of imperfection!
