The definition of Hate
It was a pleasure to see things blackened and change in the world
the blood pounded in his head, his hands were playing all of the
blazing and burning tatters and charcoal ruins of history.
With his eyes all orange flame, he flicked the igniter up in a goring fire
that burned the sky red and yellow, then black
A swarm went up in a sparking whirls and blow
away a dark, burning grin of all men sihgd back by flame
Fire gript his face in the dark
It never went away that smile as long as
Fire lubricated the earth
The Air, The Tempature, The Atmosphere
Vanashing swiftly
The faintest breathing compressed by someone vey quietly