the impulse to violence, the
capacity for destruction.
Scenes of carnage
unfold in my mind; disasters
of biblical proportions;
epic, glorious in their gore.
I am become Kali, drunk
on the blood of enemies
but with no Shiva
to quiet my rage.
The world burns;
for the moment there is only
fire, but later there will be blood.
In the end, just deformed metal
and stained shards of glass
will be left.
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