Wrath

Anger is a gift
A grace in disguise
A curse in its own right
Sadness forever lifted
Pollution of the gifted

What I felt
The perfect wicked hand dealt
The cards been shifted
Mental fasting, my own lent
I curse thee, the forever loss adjustment

Anger is a gift
An issue of greater being
Rife inside, a heathens perception
The sinister, sour lifts

What I felt
The perfect wicked hand dealt
The cards been shifted
Mental fasting, my own lent
I curse thee, the forever loss adjustment
The forever loss adjustment

An eternal flame
A righteous fury
The lack of salvation summons the unwarranted scenarios of wrath
The fire inside, the greatness to be achieved
Unpredictability, spirituality inclined towards that of warriors
Everlasting anger, these hands belong to the devil, misery loves company



Credits
Writer(s): Leon Chapman
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