Red
My vision and world are red
Shaking
Violent tremors shake my being
Hot
My breath and words are warm
Loud
Blood roars loudly in my head
I can't think
Too many thoughts are in my head
Clamoring over the roar of my blood
I'm shaking and roaring
Red hot words falling out,
Filling the air like claps of thunder
I will have my vengeance
I will be vindicated
I will paint the world in red
I will leave you in the cold, shaking
There will be no heat but from my words
My roar will be the loudest on this battlefield
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