WrathA Poem by Simplicity
I give no mercy to those who test my patience, Which is thinner than tissue paper. I have a wicked mind, With vengeful thoughts of those who do me wrong.
My uniform consists of black and red, The color of darkness and blood. I feel at peace when taking my anger out On some innocent passerby, Unlucky enough to cross my path.
To me, Wrath is no sin, It is a pleasure. Anger amuses me, And the pain that flashes across their faces, Is truly hilarious.
I will be damned, Condemned to Hell for eternity, For the Anger I take out, On those innocent people. But to me, Hell is heaven, Just like Wrath is a Holy Virtue. © 2008 SimplicityAuthor's Note
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Added on June 20, 2008Last Updated on June 20, 2008 AuthorSimplicityPRAboutI am quiet and sarcastic, dreamy and romantic. I'm jealous of anyone who claims to have gray eyes, and despise the realization that I do, in fact, exist. Every day is a day to learn, although what I w.. more..Writing
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