Still beating.
Pumping oxygen.
Reptilian brain.
Cells regenerating.
Flesh and bone.
Twitching. Rapid eyes. Spasms.
Neurons firing with synaptic responses.
Feeling returning to extremities.
Atrophy fading.
Discreet systematic exertion.
Frustrating limitations. Toiling and agonizing.
Repetition, conditioning. Strength increasing.
Fueled by demand for satisfaction.
Hate fuming and steaming from every pore.
Coursing rich through dilated veins.
Salty, salivating, foaming out the mouth.
Firmly sealed under air-tight pressure.
Vengeance's blood red fury.
Burning bright on the horizon.
Boiling over at a million degrees.
The time is at hand.
Its presence will be felt.
Its arrival imminent.
Powerful. Tension rising. Suspense building. Leaves me wishing I knew what happens next.
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I would like to translate this poem
Reptilian brain is a strong metaphor or simply cold blooded.