SEETH

Anger boiled like a thousand snakes poured into the cranal cavity and capped shut, his brain slithered with pent up fury, host to a most hateful commotion. The pistol, the key, the liberated, spiteful glee. I have a gun, the snake chorus hissed, I have a gun. You do not rule me now, you do not abuse me now, you die from your excuses, your excesses, your power chokes you off, gag on the ferment of your ridicule, I am the avenger, I am not your fool, I am not insolent, nor incapable of capping your dense cranium with a round of hot titanium.