Don't take my anger
Let me drink from it
Not as burning oil
But fueling fire
Being rich with passion
Not smouldering, but blazing and blistering in my skin with rage
It is my conductor for injustice
My compass to everything that I hold dear
Navigating me through what is always referred to as troubled waters.
To be indifferent is to not feel strongly
like having no affect to gnats biting at your skin
To be numbed to something so imperative
So important
To not be proactive
Just reactive
What a waste of the human experience
How naive to think of it as loud words and exaggerated arms
It's just as powerful in a whisper and a leap
As focused as a hawk
but as strong as a singular ant.
The brightness of the stars and the power of the fires are within me
Born, bred and humming
This is my anger
And it is my strength.
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Nihilist's Cookbook
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