That raw beast.
It fights and screams to break loose
And it does.
Leaving tender hearts bleeding in it’s wake.

Stay in your place you brute.
Rage all you want, but you will not rule.
I am your master.
I will turn you inside out.
Those tender hearts will warm themselves at the flame of what is now,
My passion.

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