So angry in tone,
in action as well
with the fire and brimstone
and fury of hell,
the words spew forth
from a mouth of acid
bubbling over and out of,
destroying the flaccid.
He throws the bolts
and fires the clashes
until a body's burned
leaving a corpse's ashes.
If there is another,
a present agitator,
he will inform her
as her voice becomes fainter,
as he breaks down wills
and penetrates souls,
defeating the difficult,
the stubborn wholes
and leaving behind victims
who never saw it coming,
left without the former will,
left with only fear in running.
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