Furious is he who lacks the grit to achieve his own will.
His weakness grows to vengeful desperation and failure becomes fuel for violent emotional and physical release.
These gnashing teeth of raging storms smear ethical cogitation and incubate darkness until tooth grinds together with cracking pressure.
Baritone lamentations grace cloud-filled skies gray with sorrow and give home to threnodies tailored to past, ever-present, and future ebullitions of trampled maleness and exhausted impregnability.
Fatigue roots in muscle, marrow, and mind until blessed inner solidity loses ground to mindless madness.
Depressing, indeed, is this disease, but chastised not remains this outraged ire, and his vessel, erstwhile fit for boundless compassion and deep partiality, inverts to the degradation of its soul's nature to love.
