Wrath is an ugly, chaotic beast we often refuse to unleash
It wreaks havoc underneath the devilish horns,
No one could tame it, nor a muleta in the owner's hands
From the depths of ourselves, where it quietly resides in the darkness
It often feeds on the dismantled version of our emotions,
on the distortions love caused about to our hearts,
on the insecurities and bigotries of this cruel world
Wrath chooses who tames it, who soothes its chaos down
It could be the devil's love who brings him back to his senses,
or the undeniable satisfaction of having caused destruction and loss and irrevocable regrets,
We often refuse to unleash the beast, because it often does what cannot be undone.
IA
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 12:40 PM UTC
Wrath is an ugly, chaotic beast we often refuse to unleash
It wreaks havoc underneath the devilish horns,
No one could tame it, nor a muleta in the owner's hands
From the depths of ourselves, where it quietly resides in the darkness
It often feeds on the dismantled version of our emotions,
on the distortions love caused about to our hearts,
on the insecurities and bigotries of this cruel world
Wrath chooses who tames it, who soothes its chaos down
It could be the devil's love who brings him back to his senses,
or the undeniable satisfaction of having caused destruction and loss and irrevocable regrets,
We often refuse to unleash the beast, because it often does what cannot be undone.
IA
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