Encompassed by the fires of fear and anger,
we are engulfed by what should have been, and what is.
Energy begins to flow, its direction, the mind, its victim, a defenseless person, unknowingly  of their fate.
Shall we have a toast to rage,
Here, here,....
How was your day?
Well, I caused a pileup that killed two people,
I broke four glasses and two plates
I threw angry out the door and got behind the wheel of my new car.
So far, my day has been typical.
Complete with malice and a six pack of curse words to add to my day.
How do you feel rage?
Now, well , I feel  cold, and ashamed of what I have done,
the harm that I have caused, and the lives that were lost.
I should take the place of anger, yet anger does not try to succumb me, because it grows bigger and bigger, engulfing all whom comes in its path.
I guess I shall die of anger and feel rage after I have arrived at my destination... which is hell.
As rage leaves his toast to his friends, lust, gluttony, and anger, he notices a sign lined right in the middle of the road. The sign says "welcome to hell."
"My work is never done," he says.