Rage. A beautiful thing to see cold rage, like glacial ice hot rage, like molten magma. Blinding rage floods the eyes. Blurrying Vision. Intensifying illusions. Rage. A beautiful thing to see. When fully and passionately expressed. Raw, like a fresh kill. Fangs in the jugular. The first taste of blood. Pure, like an infant's smile. Stops you dead in your tracks and forces a hard contemplation. Innocent and guileless. exposing the darkness of the heart. and wounds on the soul.