The thermonuclear rage that I felt when I walked in the room

Never felt since before the long ago Big Bad Boom

It’s radioactive, this level of anger and it tears at my cells

The same way that fractionated acid burned away the apples

A saying from long ago was that this is why can’t have nice things

And I say that’s rabid thoughts, wildertalk and clusterpings

Meaningless at the best of times and downright distracting the rest

Steady on the elders told me a player only ever finishes his own quest

I wish I could embalm the anger in sweet tea and marshmallows

Bury it so deep in sugar and goodness that all the dead on all-hallows

Would consume it and leave the space for the living and their salt

The seawater flowing across and taking us far away from revolt

Eat me, eat me the anger calls to us but I can only hear the crying

Of an old woman whose children died long ago in the Blinding

She is dying of this fission in humanity you’ve nurtured