Fear and Rage
I am a little man and this is a little town but there must be a spark in a little man that can burst into flame.
O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God.
Jean Nicholas Arthur Rimbaud
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