Wrath

In tempest's rage where thunder roars, Where wrath's inferno fiercely soars, Within my breast, a storm that roars, Wrath's fury burns, and it explores. In clenched fists and eyes that blaze, My fury mounts, a fiery maze, For every slight, my anger raze, In wrath's embrace, my spirit stays. From righteous indignation to vengeful ire, My fury swells like a raging fire, In every blow, I seek to inspire, In wrath's domain, my soul suspire. Beneath the storm, where chaos reigns, Where anger's tempest knows no reins, In wrath's embrace, my soul complains, In seething fury, my spirit stains. For in this heart of mine, so bold, Wrath's whispers echo, uncontrolled, In fury's grip, my soul unfolds, And in its grasp, my spirit molds.