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He lets it loose beneath the entire sky; His lightning to the ends of the earth. Job 37:3
Who rant by note, and through the gamut rage; in songs and airs express their martial fire; combat in trills, and in a fugue expire.
The devil steps up to the podium, clears his throat and taps out time with his baton: in come the monstrous iron kettle drums of artillery, joined by a woodwind section of whistling bullets and shrieking shells, the ever-crackling light percussion of rifle fire.
Errors make excellent projectiles. They strike it cleverly in its vulnerable spot, in default of a cuirass, in its lack of logic;
The guns of the big events rumble through our pages, but the tiny firecrackers are constantly hissing and popping there as well; it appears that much of my life as a journalist has been devoted to sedulously setting off firecrackers.
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.
Jet Noise, the Sound of Freedom.
A fiery spirit bursts from your soul.
Banks burn, boys die bullet-eyed, mothers scream realization the vast tonnage of napalm
Talents, to strike the eye of posterity, should be concentrated. Rays, powerless while they are scattered, burn in a point.
Now to unleash screaming temporal doom!
You are a firework!
Composing mortals with immortal fire.
As evacuation eases the body, so occasional ejectment of passion seems to appease the agonies of the soul, and dispose to tranquility the agitations of the heart.
Unexpected doors fly open, unexpected channels are free, and endless avalanches of abundance are poured out upon me, under grace in perfect ways.
My rage is not malicious; like a spark
Of fire by steel inforced out of a flint
It is no sooner kindled, but extinct.
A sword of fire! It burns! It burns! A sword of fire!
All things at last yield to the silent, irresistible, all conquering energy of purpose.
And then there was an explosion.
What happens to rage deferred? It explodes. It explodes in spectacular fashion.
Offensive acts come back upon the evil doer, like dust that is thrown against the wind.
Listen: the dark we've only ever imagined now audible, thrumming,
marbled with static like gristly meat. a chorus of engines churns.
silence taunts: a dare. everything that disappears
disappears as if returning somewhere.
And it rained a screaming. And it rained a rawness. And it rained a plasma. And it rained a disorder.
A cannon fires only once but words detonate across centuries
Impotent fury rages powerless and to no purpose.
It radiates out from him like a cloud of ghosts, countless hands clutching at the air, reaching out for ... something.
Passion, once unleashed, has a way of unleashing other passions
a principle adhered to as firmly by the police force of any large modern city as by the Greek tragedians.
The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms.
A wanton waste of projectiles.
Secrecy involves a tension which, at the moment of revelation, finds its release.
As the missile flew high above the moat-lake, there was a small, almost inaudible explosion, like that of a fire cracker meant for a child.
Lakshman's awe was quickly replaced by disappointment. He frowned. 'That's it? Is that the famed Asuraastra?
Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.
This new power, which has proved itself to be such a terrifying weapon of destruction, is harnessed for the first time for the common good of our community.
The Assassin the midst the deadly druid
Fury the shattering
Quod me alit, me extinguit"
'What feeds me, extinguishes me
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.
Anger is like gasoline. If you spray it around and somebody lights a match, you've got an inferno. [But] if we can put our anger inside an engine, it can drive us forward.
Words, like tranquil waters behind a dam, can become reckless and uncontrollable torrents of destruction when released without caution and wisdom.
And when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.
It's not the thing you fling, it's the fling itself.
Silence is a deadly weapon
Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones.
This is that eloquence the ancients represented as lightning, bearing down every opposer; this the power which has turned whole assemblies into astonishment, admiration and awe- - that is described by the torrent, the flame, and every other instance of irresistible impetuosity.
By music minds an equal temper know,
Nor swell too high, nor sink too low.
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Warriors she fires with animated sounds.
Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds.
...passions, poetry and the ego have been seen as perpetual explosions? But if that's true, then so its its opposite; ever since that August when athe mushroom rose over cities reduced to a layer of ash, an age was born in which the explosion is symbolic only of absolute negation.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
He gave an impression of coiled power, a contained violence that if released, would explode with terrifying intensity.
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.
And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once
That makes ingrateful man!
Dangerous forces lie within me. You awaken them, and not to your advantage. You know how to paint pleasure, cruelty, arrogance in glowing colors.
Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
Smoke rose from the barrel of the gun like a serpent crawling up from its wicker basket
All beneficent and creative power gathers itself together in silence, ere it issues out in might.
Once more, dully menacing, comes the noise of gunfire, and already from afar, like the bill of a woodpecker, sounds the knock-knocking of a machine gun. We grow calm and are almost glad to hear again the familiar, trusty noises of death.
I shall yield a rifle of fury, loaded with the justice of time and the raging storm of my soul!
A boy comes to me with a spark of interest. I feed the spark and it becomes a flame. I feed the flame and it becomes a fire. I feed the fire and it becomes a roaring blaze.
Fury from the heavens; fury at the gods - inseparable.
This is one experiment guaranteed to produce unexpected fireballs from time to time. Expect them.
Firing the sunset gun
Free me as free is the forest fire, as is the thunder that laughs aloud and hurls defiance to darkness.
You must guard your mouth, because no matter what you say, you are launching weapons of one sort or another.
a glorious laughing ecstasy of rage.
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.
On a September morning, just after school started, I'd gotten Diane's .44 Magnum and held it, babylike, in my lap for hours. What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like blowing a seedy dandelion apart.
Exodia Obliterate!
Erupting like fiery autumn leaves between silks
as skin meets skin
flames that lick everything
and consume all there is.
Death the deliverer freeth all at last.
The cannon thunders ... limbs fly in all directions ... one can hear the groans of victims and the howling of those performing the sacrifice ... it's Humanity in search of happiness.
He who fears is literally delivered to destruction.
Her hair burst from her head like a fireworks shell erupting, framing her face in spray of red-blond energy.
Get ready to unleash hell.
What nourishes me, destroys me
Be ignited, or be gone.
The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.
With a bloody flux of oaths vows deep revenge.
I was wrong about you, Izabel," I whisper near her ear; the pain engulfing my insides. "I am the ticking time bomb. I am more unstable than I ever could have imagined. You are discipline, and I am rage. And the only way I know to control the chaos inside, is to eradicate the things that control me.
What hath quenched them hath given me fire
The speakers sing with the sound, smiling to the heavens, angels dropping dead with the beautiful poison of her voice.
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Poetry is fired by love ...
You empower what you fight.
You withdraw power from what you release.
Once more into the breach
Expose foes wit my hocus pocus flows, they froze now suckas idolize my chosen blows
An audience sabotages my freedom, devastates my innocence, corrupts my integrity, inhibits my great joy - and of course gives me further to fall.
Words of love cast from thy lips reach another heart at lightning speed.
The territorial anger lit his chest up like a bonfire, teeing off a blaze of power that roared in his body.
We have seen that improved agents of destruction advance production by continually enlarging its outlets. The security of civilisation has been assured neither by the arts of peace nor yet by those of war, but by the cooperation of both
The Wretched of the Earth is an explosion.
The inscrutable outpourings bend and intermix, each one a tributary unto the others, until the whole expands ineluctably into a spiraling morass that drowns the mouths from which it has come and subsumes the space almost entirely in black Finn (p112).
My pen is the key to a fantastic bordello, and once the gate is opened, it ejaculates a bloody ink. The virgin paper set to shriek evokes worlds heretofore unknown: eruptive, incorruptible, suffocating.
A genius shoots at something no one else can see, and hits it.
Great power which incites great envy, hurls some men to destruction; they are drowned in a long splendid stream of honors.
The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.
The dance of darkness must spout blood into the air, in the name of the experience of evil
A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart,
and every single White be seared by wounds.
I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.
Kaltain flowed into the room, spreading her arms wide, and became shadowfire, became freedom and triumph, became a promise hissed in a dungeon beneath a glass castle:
Punish them all.
Death from the skies!
What small account The All-living seems to take of this thin flame Which we call life. He sends a moment's blast Out of war's nostrils, and a myriad Of these our puny tapers are blown out Forever.
A bomb makes more noise than a caress, but for each bomb that destroys, there are millions of caresses that nourish life.
It seethes and seethes, a river of darkness, putting forth lilies and snakes