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I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fused.
There is a fierce joy to letting loose, to cutting yourself free from all the countless mundane threads of restraint that fix like you in your place, that tighten so gradually day by day that you do not even realize how bowed you are until you're quit of them.
This is me telling the truth. It just so happens to be a very explosive truth.
Let me arise and open the gate,
to breathe the wild warm air of the heath,
And to let in Love, and to let out Hate,
And anger at living and scorn of Fate,
To let in Life, and to let out Death.
The detonation was deafening, the blast a bruised gout of flame that drove back the airborne sand and the wind carrying it, and flung the attackers and their mounts like a god's hand, backward onto the road and off the sides.
Shine thy light.
The lamp of war is kindled here, not to be extinguished but by torrents of blood.
Baby you're a firework, come on, let your colors burst!!
Brutality was imprisoned in a lumious glare revealing the naked truth to the whole world
Death the deliverer freeth all at last.
Once more into the breach
Pour him out of here!
Let her out!" I screamed at the tree. I beat on its trunk with my muddy fists. "Let her out, or I'll bring you down! Fulmia!" I cried out in rage ...
Ignite, my love. Ignite.
Expose foes wit my hocus pocus flows, they froze now suckas idolize my chosen blows
Let thy discontents be thy secrets
Quod me alit, me extinguit"
'What feeds me, extinguishes me
A super gigantic power of this universe
can be unleashed by a secret little trigger.
Release. This is what labels do. They stick. If people think you're MAD, then everything you do, everything you think, will have MAD stamped across it. One of the
Kill my envy, command my tongue, trample down self. Give
Our Lord shouts and screams;
his tears fall from heaven and spring the streams
He gave an impression of coiled power, a contained violence that if released, would explode with terrifying intensity.
Words, like tranquil waters behind a dam, can become reckless and uncontrollable torrents of destruction when released without caution and wisdom.
The truth was obscure, Too profound and too pure, To live it you had to explode
The unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable!
The Wretched of the Earth is an explosion.
Give me anger.
Flash.
Give me vengeance.
Flash.
Give me total and complete justified retribution.
Flash.
The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go.
Bomb me, make me vaporise
When something explosive is kept hidden away, a tension builds within that must ultimately be released.
Farslayer howls across the world
For thy heart! For thy heart! who hast wronged me,
Vengeance is his who casts the Blade,
Yet he will, in the end, no triumph see.
Go forth and light the lights of war
Give me release.
I'm tired of this world of appearances. Pigs that only look fat. Families that look happy.
Give me deliverance.
From what only looks like generosity. What only looks like love.
Flash.
Growl and roar--it's okay to let the beast out.
Be ignited, or be gone.
The words were out. The truth was hanging in the air..
Exile is my power.
Come out, come out, wherever you are... come out, come out, or you'll end up in the tar...
God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis.
This is not just about talking or teaching a practice - this is about releasing an explosive energy of ecstasy.
Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Fire, fear, foes! Awake!
Fear binds; joy frees EL
What hath quenched them hath given me fire
Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.
Desire is storm, greed is whirlpool, pride is precipice, attachment is avalanche, ego is volcano. Discard desire and you are liberated.
The only thing we should scream into the world is love.
Liberation is an ever shifting horizon, a total ideology that can never fulfill its promises. It has the therapeutic quality of providing emotionally charged rituals of solidarity in hatred - it is the amphetamine of its believers.
a glorious laughing ecstasy of rage.
Unleash your mighty words, and with them, recreate a new and more beautiful world for all.
Fury from the heavens; fury at the gods - inseparable.
Men screamed as she opened them and let their futures spill out.
Adieu the clang of war's alarms! To other deeds my soul is strung, And sweeter notes shall now be sung; My harp shall all its powers reveal, To tell the tale my heart must feel; Love, Love alone, my lyre shall claim, In songs of bliss and sighs of flame.
Blood! Blast! And Fire
Let bricks of truth fill the skies and send their walls of conformity crashing down
And let the heavens echo with the blows of our liberation
We like to set off bombs.
My early writing was a silent fury - at what or whom, I had no idea - but I shut it in until it burned my bones and now, I've let it out ...
He fumed like a bottled storm.
Let me reveal or be revealed by yourself
I shall yield a rifle of fury, loaded with the justice of time and the raging storm of my soul!
Now to unleash screaming temporal doom!
Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
Truth could be proclaimed.
I will pour out my spirit on all flesh
By capturing; you set me free.
He that divines the secret of my music is freed from the unhappiness that haunts the whole world of men.
Talents, to strike the eye of posterity, should be concentrated. Rays, powerless while they are scattered, burn in a point.
The word was enough. It ran like fire along the line, from man to man, and rose into a shout, with which they sprang forward upon the enemy, now not 30 yards away.
Pandemonium did not reign; it poured.
The anger welled inside me, with no where to go. I could feel it eating away at me. I knew if i didn't find a way to release it, it would destroy me.
I felt something inside me rush up from tailbone to fingertips and explode in a fierce, joyful tide: that berserk rage that had nowhere to go until now.
Come out, Yamiko,
come out...
Speak, then, o body, shout aloud, And break my only mind from chains To go where ploughing's ended.
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
Destruction CAN be beautiful!
The truth can set you free, but when it comes, it's more like a wrecking-ball than a holy beam of illumination.
Let anger's fire be slow to burn.
Loose and forbear!
Impotent fury rages powerless and to no purpose.
Undoreth, we. Battle-born. Raise hammer, raise axe, at our war-shout gods tremble.
And mad ambition trumpeteth to all.
The rockets light! The shuttle leaps off the launch pad in a cloud of steam and a trail of fire.
Free your spirit.
Stretch out your tongue and let the words drip on the world like savage shooting muses, never, never to be forgotten, if once fallen on earth, they stand in glittery defloration.
When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us.
Your anger, pride, deceit, and greed should be such that they hurt no one. If they are limited to where they only hurt only you and no one else, then the path of liberation is open.
I spoke fire, laughed smoke, and madness spilled forth from my inspiration.
He lets it loose beneath the entire sky; His lightning to the ends of the earth. Job 37:3
The work of art is a scream of freedom.
As the whirlwind in its fury teareth up trees, and deformeth the face of nature, or as an earthquake in its convulsions overturneth whole cities; so the rage of an angry man throweth mischief around him.
Liberation is a praxis : the action and reflection of men and women upon their world in order to transform it.
Release the joy that is inside of another, and you release the joy that is inside of you.
When I liberate myself, I liberate others. If you don't speak out ain't nobody going to speak out for you.
Set you free? The truth can get you locked up. The truth can get you force medicated. The truth can set you on fire.
Out of love you can speak with straight fury.
Inspire the Vocal Brass, Inspire;
The World is past its Infant Age:
Arms and Honour,
Arms and Honour,
Set the Martial Mind on Fire,
And kindle Manly Rage.
Our people shall be free
I'm nothing you can catch now. I am black powder, I am singe, I am the bomb that bursts the night.
He who obtains has little. He who scatters has much.
When I liberate others, I liberate myself.