I want to watch blood spatter on the ground like a Jackson Pollock painting. I want to feel the hot burn of acid adrenaline under my skin. I want to feel air thick with fury broil inside my lungs. I want to feel the sweet kiss of bruises blossoming. I want to feel the scorch of knuckles raw with rage. I want to feel bones snap and crack like kindling on an inferno. I want to hear sinews and muscle streching and straining like a garrotte and then releasing like a bullwhip.
I.want.to.become.wrath.incarnate
I.want.to.become.wrath.incarnate
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We shall have to talk about this...