Pray to god,
Pray to the devil,
Stand on the cliff edge,
In an isolated place and scream,
Your head off.
Breathe in your shrieking, and your shouting, and your roaring,
Feel the sense of relief in emptying of your lungs for those milliseconds,
In which there is sheer silence.
Suck in oxygen again and time restarts its ticking,
As you stand there dizzily in bliss.
Shout until your head gets light,
Stomp your feet until the soles of your shoes are worn,
Clench your fists until your knuckles fracture,
Grimace in anger until your face shrivels and greys.
For in anger there is passion,
And in passion there is love,
And in love,