Rage (A short poem built on Cliche)

I grow,
I see red,
I am blinding,
I am fire and brimstone,
I fill your body and clench your fists.
I fill your nose with the smell of blood
and your ears with the thumping of anger,
flowing through your veins.
I am infectious,
I will silence your enemies,
If you will indulge in me, for but a moment

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