Rage can be consuming, to the point that putting on a happy face to present to the world becomes nearly impossible. Rage is swirls of red, orange and black spinning out of control in your mind's eye. Rage is pinpoint focus, an arrow to a direction that must be taken, a fire in your heart that takes hold until it is extinguished by justice.
Warning to all who think they are above the rest of us, who think they are special and entitled . . .
DO NOT GO AFTER ONE OF MY KIDS! Got it? If you're reading this, and I think you may at some point . . . you've made one very, very poor choice . . . my rage is red, focused and absolutely on fire. . . . but you'll find out soon enough. Justice can really be a bitch sometimes and always seems to land on the right side of the fence, which in this case is the side on which I am standing. You'll see.
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