Her madness.

The leaves swirled in a waltz across the road. I smile as the shivers send vicious quivers down my spine, such understanding I feel. I walk towards the high, black gates, wound to manifest an angel. I open it and the old hinges scream in protest.
  "Shh." I hiss to them gently.
 The gravel crunches and crackles beneath my bare feet. It doesn't hurt. All of my mind is dancing before me, tempting me forward. I laugh, high and wild. Passion echoing from my simple being as I make my way towards the church. The church where I spent so many days.
  So many hours they spent corrupting my mind. Not anymore. I ripped the top of the container and splashed the liquid across the old calved wooden pews. I run my finger across the calving. SZ, my initials I cut into the wood a good few years ago.
  I smile and sit down on the pew, the sharp scent hits my nostrils and I cough.
  "It'll smell much better within an hour." I whisper, reminding myself. I stand up and tip the remains of the petrol across the floor and over the wood.
 I kiss the hands of the angel at the front of the church before dropping a total of three matches onto the sodden rug.
  And oh the fire. The beauty of her lapping licking tongues, the crash of the roars and the sparks of her excitement. So tempting just to leap in and writhe with pleasure.
  Not today though. My job isn't done yet. This is only the first step.
  I chuckle as I run from the building, jumping the low wall into the field and looking back to my wondrous creation. Fire, the fury and galore in her soul. Even from the next valley I see the smoke.
  Let the world see what I have done. Let them hate me, for what do I care?
  I have more to show these mentally destroyed fools. Even if I have to take a axe to them, I'll open their minds and wash away their arrogance.
  From the ashes the sparks with ravish their minds. They must learn.

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