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Engulfed

i observe two kinds of anger:

RAGE: the white flames licking parched treetops, meaningless, rolling with dark ashes and destruction. uncontrollable, weeping and filling the blue sky with smoke. a scream, a sprint, a merciless cramp. Young and fickle and uncontrollable, the sweeping of the soul crushed under injustice, pain, helplessness.

PASSION: the pale blue of a ruined sky, the electric blue of a flame's heart. A mere candle flame held close to the chest. the feeling of every blood cell coursing through your veins, the control of every one. Walking with the height of a skyline, feet trailing in ash, heavy chains wrapped around your fists. the rising of a soul freed from injustice, pain turned into power, the polar opposite and heavenly twin to rage.