Anger

There is an ancient anger that runs through me; it is both deep and powerful. I can feel it each night swirling through me, boiling under its own pressure. Its dreams are deadly, filled with sorrow, hate and unimaginable suffering. This power has transcended time since its dawning, always attached to the same being, seeking each other out. Two blue cubes from a mysterious perspective. One appearing larger than the other, yet both being equal in all ways. The curse of the task, why are they perceived as such ghastly different sizes with different levels of entrapped energy? Their openings never seen, but always revealed, deadly…