Wrath is a bird on fire
dripping burning embers
on earth and flesh alike.
Wrath is a rage uncaged,
the murderer of hope and
love and life.
Its eyes are unseeing,
blinded by its
self fed fury
a vexation that knows no cure.
Wrath is a plague.
A bile burning deep
in it's own soul.
Wrath is a stranger to joy.
the only pass of love was
to watch it die in its own talons.
There is no relief for wrath,
no rest or peace.
It is a sentence to damnation
handed down of its own free will.
Wrath is a choice, a cause,
the deadliest disease.
Wrath's number is seven, being the
strongest of the black birds
it feeds on hatred and fear.
Its wings singed with its own
abomination.
Wrath is the great destroyer.
A slippery word set on a
silver tray.
Laid out as a great feast,
set to poison all that
partake.
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