Bursting forth, shocking, thrilling is the call of anger, Enveloping the mind, losing control, softly, gently, And in its destructive path, it seeks to destroy, Destroy those whom caused this uncontrollable hate to spread, Like poisoning the own soul, it rages, riots and rampages as it sees fit, Until the last bit of its power runs out like a dying ember in a storm, Though the damage has already been dealt, And the wind of remorse keeps roaring, Is it worth to salvage what was lost ?