Fury

Festering rage. Seething hatred. Scalding fury. Bristling contempt. Loathing amplified by a factor of fifty, ramped up by an exponent equivalent to the temperature of the sun. Hatred with an intensity that would vaporize diamonds and turn a ball of solid steel the size of the Milky Way into steam. Concentrated animus capable of ripping the universe into fibers no thicker than one-thousandth of the thickness of a human hair. If I could focus the effects of those emotions toward one person, I know the man I’d pick.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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