I

Alight with our rage,
Our capital horrors and our words
That we strike viciously onto
A page,
We are luminescent.

Stirred up in a passion
Of red-blooded anger and
Articulate fury,
We drive our stakes into the ground
And claim the right to scatter the landscapes
Of our minds like fire.

We're burning with magnificence
Whilst you kneel and pray
For vengeance, as if
That is the more peaceful path.