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Renae Sep 25
Revenge, sounds like fun, sounds like healing doesn't it?
Revenge, sounds like justice, but is it?
Hate is a wall we build within.
That wall reaches the heavens, and revenge can turn everything dark.
The knife that we pulled from our back with revenge, has now stabbed us straight through the heart.
The liars deepest lair,
The sinners widest court,
The deceivers tallest chair.

Tradition has come to pass,
Prophecy has come to full,
Teachings to the mass.

The Way is made as tradition,
The Truth is made as foolish,
The Life is made as religion.

When will We behold Thee Glory?
How soon will you make vengeance?
When will you end this story?

You will shout over me with joy,
I sing to you with praises,
You are my mighty Warrior who saves.
Reflection on Zephaniah 3:17
Grand Piano Nov 2022
I have since learned how to temper the storm that is me.
On the outside at least.
Inside however the wind still rages.
The waves still beat with an unforgiving furry.
I have not known stillness in quite some time.
With stillness, peace has also been a stranger.
Every day I fear that the storm I have caged will break free and show the world itโ€™s wrath.
I bought a book whose prompt was to write about a storm.
nadine shane Aug 2022
the dirt
continues to grow and fester
beneath my fingernails.

but i don't stop groveling
down to my knees,
i don't stop to breathe;
to rest.

you, who bears god's love;
whose love i could not know.

you and your sin-stained palms
continue to enshrine
dilapidated ghost towns.

i undo the stitches on my wounds
and pick at the grisly scabs
under your scrutiny,

yet you chastise me
for the pool of blood
bespeckled on your feet.

the darkness
already dropped,
the night hides me once more.

the living sorrow,
simmered, bitter, and fresh;
everything remains.
nothing can be seen from the rafters.
Kenneth Gray Jun 2022
Writhing, wroth and seething anger.
From this fool arose the urge to strangle.
Fiery hatred burns forth like the breath of a dragon.
An all consuming wrath that overflows the flagon.
From this worthless, living man lies the issue.
As I choke the very life from his dying brain tissue.
From this mental fantasy I finally awake.
Taking a life - Ah! what a piece of cake!
I was on Facebook and saw a post where someone was challenging people to write a poem using the words dragon, strangle, cake and brain tissue. So I thought for a while and wrote a little bit. Then this is what I finally ended up with.
CIN Apr 2022
Let me walk along the roads like a wanderer
Iโ€™ll glance at the beggars
Side eye the kids walking home
Someone asks if i'm selling
I say not today
The nights are cold
Grass and dirt stain my old clothes
Traffic sounds
Anger and wrath
Where am I going?
Where will I go from here?
I don't know
for some reason lately all i want to do is hurt myself.
Steve Page Jul 2021
A cup of promise
A cup of wrath
One cup he offers
One cup he took
Luke 22.20 vs Mark 14.36
Yoh Esters Jun 2021
๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž๐Ÿฆ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘”๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ถ๐“๐“, ๐’น๐“Š๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’น๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐‘œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ. ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น๐“ˆ ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“…๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐‘œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‡ ๐‹๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐Ÿ‘„. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“๐’น๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘’ ๐’น๐“Š๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‡ ๐†๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ฒ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿท. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’'๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘œ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‰๐“Ž ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐†๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐๐Ÿ’ฐ. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐“๐‘’๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐’น๐’พ๐’ธ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‡ ๐’น๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐“๐‘’๐‘’๐“… ๐’ถ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐Ÿฆฅ. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“๐“๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’ป๐“Š๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‡ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐‘’๐“‡๐“Š๐“…๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐–๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐กโšก. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’'๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“€๐‘’ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“Ž ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“…๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Ž ๐„๐ง๐ฏ๐ฒ๐Ÿ ๐‘œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ' ๐’ท๐‘’๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“ˆ.

๐“•๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐”‚ ๐“Ÿ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฎ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ท.
Kristina Oct 2020
37
My wrath is massive.
To not hurt anyone
I keep it locked away.

Now the only one who's hurt by it
is me.
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