wrath- nothing could equal the pain, the vengence, all tensed up in a ball ready to explode like an atom disconnected from itself. The anger, the pent rage, filling up, driving beyond reason, beyond logic, everything consuming itself and the outside like a thousand burning suns.
one of the seven deadly sins is wrath. He likes to go about the world whispering in the ears of man. He was handsome, confident, and had one of those easily trusting personalitys
wrath upon thee. first three words that came to my head. kind of an archaic word; i would use the word rage. wrath is more like pent up rage for a personally justified reason. wrath is rarely self-contained. can’t get gandalf’s voice out of my head with this word.
Her wrath was vile and cruel, but just. An eye for an eye, yes, but then, so much more. When one is wronged, one has so much more lost. She made sure that he knew that, that he knew that when he killed her lover, he killed her as well. She made sure that he understood that much.
the power of god is also known as the wrath of god. This is usually how we precieve him due to the 2 million people he killed in the bible to the 10 satan killed. the wrath of god is known around the world.
sometimes i feel like the wrath always has a hold of me, I want to loose myself from the wrath. It isn’t a particular wrath, just the feeling of being controlled. when I want to be my own person there is a feeling of being held back. I will break the wrath and be my own person!
the writhing sea, an angry god. writhing, roiling, angry, huge storms pummel the ship, lightning flashes the waves jump the thunder dances. sinners are terrified, running, scrambling, seeking shelter to no avail. the rain strikes every surface, flooding, beating, covering.
What everyone was freaking out and maxing their credit cards out about every time someone gave the least impression that it was coming. Haha joke’s on them now.
Oh yeah. You watch out. I’m going to unload on you. Finally. I have been building and building and I will accelerate to a crescendo that they can’t even make up in the movies. You know it. I will own you for a moment and it will be sincere.
Grapes of Wrath… I don’t really know that that book (/movie?) is about, just sounds like I’ve heard it before. I don’t usually use the word “wrath” in a sentence. Except when i’m telling someone to feel my wrath, which, in actuality, is quite often. Is that healthy? Probably not.
Wrath is something that i don’t believe in. It is a wanted emotion like hate. Wrath is just violence and and hate mixed. If one were to breathe wrath on someone it should be upon their own inability to move forward.
one day i remember feeling very, very tired and done. done with making sense, done with fake, happy sentiment, done with saying the right things. my dad called me a bitch that day. it was the first time i ever heard him cuss. it was right there in the kitchen. i was doing dishes.
Pain that is coming to you when you feel my wrath.. You will hate me after im done with you. If you chose to do me wrong i will get back at you. Screw me over and i will get you back. I dont get mad i get even. Karma. What goes around comes around.
Happily we strolled along. Unaware of the domestic dangers ahead, we proceeded without caution, enjoying our day and relishing in sunshine. All of a sudden we are put upon by the family requests that weigh us down and force us to make guilt based decisions. This is the wrath of the decided.
The grapes of wrath are being banned from schools worldwide. I am unsure why this is so because i never read it, however I imagine it is because it is controversial. The only thing i know about this book is that there are poor Hispanic people in it with a truck and in the end the guy gets a job.
Wrath. Revenge. The wrath of a women. Angry. Heated. Nothing left. The end. This is how it goes. People never understabd until they’re the ones standing there. And then it hits them. And its over. Thats the human mind. Deny deny deny until it’s you. And your hands are red. And your happy. And you can’t breathe yet the air inside you is so crisp. It ends. Or maybe you had the chance and you didnt take it. And you live with that. The rest of your life. Shame.
the heavens were rent apart. the blaring sound of trumpets echoed the hallowed air. the thundering of hooves and of feet racing through streets, seeking answers and safety. none would come, the wrath of the gods was upon the world.
You will not incur my wrath, not matter what you do. You might hurt my feelings, do things to harm our relationship, but you will not bring out such rage that my wrath has to be brought forth. I do not allow wrath to get the better of me, because it would mean I would be out of control.
the wrath of god is upon us and the unjust shall fall to their knees in terror as that searchlight ofb truth illuminates the very depths of their wretched souls,for it has been written that yea those who are nonbeleivers shall meet their destinity at last when judgement befalls mankind in these-the final days,final hours,final seconds.
“Feel my wrath,” he proclaimed, laughing maniacally. She just eyed him sideways. “Seriously?” she said. “You’re about as wrathful as a teddy bear.”
“Ah, but you see,” he replied, “there’s lots of nasty things teddies can get up to. Haven’t you seen the– the, uh– the music video? You know, the one by Muse…” And he toppled over with laughter.
“Yes, yes, very funny,” she said flatly. “Right, no more schnapps for you!”
“I told– you I could– hold my liquor,” he said between guffaws.
“Mm, but you fibbed.”
I heard that the Greek Gods would unleash their wrath on the mortals of Earth whenever they were angry. Zues would hurl lightening bolts at random pedestrians. And it would hurt. A LOT! Good thing I have never faced the Gods’ wrath before.
my wrath takes me on a path of destruction and doom.
Doom that looms over the heads of a proud few.
the Few who cant control there anger
which they let consume………
Wrath is such a powerful word. I think of the most awful revenge ever possible. Wrath of God, wrath of the person you just hurt. Wrath is..like avenging something or someone with all your heart.
feel the wrath of the boogie monster!! boogie oogie oogie! garrrr! listless they all fall, the children who stay up too late past their bedtimes!!! I snag them all and gobble them up!! yum! delicious children!!
The vegetables had their own stench, the fruit another. She wanted something simple, easy. Something that would require little to no maintenance; not a yard, but an apartment. Not a garden, but a mid level tenement in a tall building with a fire escape, one where she could sit and smoke cigarettes all day in the heat, look down and judge people. Somewhere in the inner city where her neighbors would refer to her as “That one white woman,” where the noise was as ceaseless as religion. Instead, much to her own surprise, she found herself in a small house. One story, one bedroom, a small living room and a front porch looking at a dirt road that led to nowhere but that flat tabletop of sky, where nothing else existed for miles around, no one to judge but herself, nowhere to drop cigarettes several stories down so that she might forget her bad habits. Here, they piled up around her, a crumpled mountain of regret, a reminder that the wrong man got her pregnant. It had been her husband’s all along, her son’s color testament to that. The creamy white skin that belonged to her and to him, and now him, Jeremy, their son. But before the inevitability of continuity, before they had handed him to her, she had closed her eyes and prayed, prayed and prayed and prayed that when she opened them she would do so to a small bundle of caramel, a stain, a blessing, the one thing that would have ended the tyranny that was her husband’s fiery, unrelenting love.
anger is not near enough
sometimes it just sits there
and boils
if you want a good real fit
wrath is what you need
it sounds much more righteous
and though it may not last long
the effects can go on forever.
Jim sat there stewing in his own fetid sweat. Broiling from within; a tumultuous anger paid tribute to the heat that surrounded him, by exact emulation. The wrathful sun careened into him from all sides. he bent down and picked up the teddy bear, with its missing ear and dirt stained fabric, off the ground and with one fluid motion and heaved it over the fence. There was no customary bark that trailed off after the object that was now mid flight. All of that ceased as of yesterday, when an abrupt and unexpected screech followed by a distinct thud had leveled asunder that god damn beloved beast. Jim figured if the drunken bastard next door was apparently okay with knocking off his pet, well, he might as well have the decency to discard of his prized chew toy.
wrath math catch the wrath with the math of the half bottle of beer with a bullet hose for twenty two people in a couch of a number four pencil gram to hit the deer with the eye of an octopus head cheat the lives of the time being.
The wrath of the storm was inescapable. The speeding winds ripped up everything in its path. Lightning struck everywhere. And somewhere in the dark a little girl cried.
Don’t be wrath with people or with problems it wont solve the problems or change people, it will just make it be more anoying or make an enemy.
wrath- nothing could equal the pain, the vengence, all tensed up in a ball ready to explode like an atom disconnected from itself. The anger, the pent rage, filling up, driving beyond reason, beyond logic, everything consuming itself and the outside like a thousand burning suns.
Fight because of love and not hate. War, Kings and queens, knights, sun shriken hillside with a cannon.
devils unleash
one of the seven deadly sins is wrath. He likes to go about the world whispering in the ears of man. He was handsome, confident, and had one of those easily trusting personalitys
the thing that tears people apart. It is a poison akin to jealousy; often the action one takes instead of trying to make peace.
wrath upon thee. first three words that came to my head. kind of an archaic word; i would use the word rage. wrath is more like pent up rage for a personally justified reason. wrath is rarely self-contained. can’t get gandalf’s voice out of my head with this word.
Her wrath was vile and cruel, but just. An eye for an eye, yes, but then, so much more. When one is wronged, one has so much more lost. She made sure that he knew that, that he knew that when he killed her lover, he killed her as well. She made sure that he understood that much.
the power of god is also known as the wrath of god. This is usually how we precieve him due to the 2 million people he killed in the bible to the 10 satan killed. the wrath of god is known around the world.
sometimes i feel like the wrath always has a hold of me, I want to loose myself from the wrath. It isn’t a particular wrath, just the feeling of being controlled. when I want to be my own person there is a feeling of being held back. I will break the wrath and be my own person!
the writhing sea, an angry god. writhing, roiling, angry, huge storms pummel the ship, lightning flashes the waves jump the thunder dances. sinners are terrified, running, scrambling, seeking shelter to no avail. the rain strikes every surface, flooding, beating, covering.
What everyone was freaking out and maxing their credit cards out about every time someone gave the least impression that it was coming. Haha joke’s on them now.
Oh yeah. You watch out. I’m going to unload on you. Finally. I have been building and building and I will accelerate to a crescendo that they can’t even make up in the movies. You know it. I will own you for a moment and it will be sincere.
Grapes of Wrath… I don’t really know that that book (/movie?) is about, just sounds like I’ve heard it before. I don’t usually use the word “wrath” in a sentence. Except when i’m telling someone to feel my wrath, which, in actuality, is quite often. Is that healthy? Probably not.
Wrath is something that i don’t believe in. It is a wanted emotion like hate. Wrath is just violence and and hate mixed. If one were to breathe wrath on someone it should be upon their own inability to move forward.
one day i remember feeling very, very tired and done. done with making sense, done with fake, happy sentiment, done with saying the right things. my dad called me a bitch that day. it was the first time i ever heard him cuss. it was right there in the kitchen. i was doing dishes.
Pain that is coming to you when you feel my wrath.. You will hate me after im done with you. If you chose to do me wrong i will get back at you. Screw me over and i will get you back. I dont get mad i get even. Karma. What goes around comes around.
Happily we strolled along. Unaware of the domestic dangers ahead, we proceeded without caution, enjoying our day and relishing in sunshine. All of a sudden we are put upon by the family requests that weigh us down and force us to make guilt based decisions. This is the wrath of the decided.
The grapes of wrath are being banned from schools worldwide. I am unsure why this is so because i never read it, however I imagine it is because it is controversial. The only thing i know about this book is that there are poor Hispanic people in it with a truck and in the end the guy gets a job.
Wrath. Revenge. The wrath of a women. Angry. Heated. Nothing left. The end. This is how it goes. People never understabd until they’re the ones standing there. And then it hits them. And its over. Thats the human mind. Deny deny deny until it’s you. And your hands are red. And your happy. And you can’t breathe yet the air inside you is so crisp. It ends. Or maybe you had the chance and you didnt take it. And you live with that. The rest of your life. Shame.
Terrible yet tragic
Were all caught up in it
Send it
Receive it
Silly painful dumb yet
Unbelievably hard to avoid
What’s yours?
Anger. Destruction. When you destroy things in my life and just brush it off like it is nothing. Revenge in its sweetest.
the heavens were rent apart. the blaring sound of trumpets echoed the hallowed air. the thundering of hooves and of feet racing through streets, seeking answers and safety. none would come, the wrath of the gods was upon the world.
Anger towards the rest of the world…of god’s…seven deadly …..yesterdays
You will not incur my wrath, not matter what you do. You might hurt my feelings, do things to harm our relationship, but you will not bring out such rage that my wrath has to be brought forth. I do not allow wrath to get the better of me, because it would mean I would be out of control.
the wrath of god is upon us and the unjust shall fall to their knees in terror as that searchlight ofb truth illuminates the very depths of their wretched souls,for it has been written that yea those who are nonbeleivers shall meet their destinity at last when judgement befalls mankind in these-the final days,final hours,final seconds.
“Feel my wrath,” he proclaimed, laughing maniacally. She just eyed him sideways. “Seriously?” she said. “You’re about as wrathful as a teddy bear.”
“Ah, but you see,” he replied, “there’s lots of nasty things teddies can get up to. Haven’t you seen the– the, uh– the music video? You know, the one by Muse…” And he toppled over with laughter.
“Yes, yes, very funny,” she said flatly. “Right, no more schnapps for you!”
“I told– you I could– hold my liquor,” he said between guffaws.
“Mm, but you fibbed.”
I heard that the Greek Gods would unleash their wrath on the mortals of Earth whenever they were angry. Zues would hurl lightening bolts at random pedestrians. And it would hurt. A LOT! Good thing I have never faced the Gods’ wrath before.
my wrath takes me on a path of destruction and doom.
Doom that looms over the heads of a proud few.
the Few who cant control there anger
which they let consume………
Wrath is such a powerful word. I think of the most awful revenge ever possible. Wrath of God, wrath of the person you just hurt. Wrath is..like avenging something or someone with all your heart.
anger. fire going down on a city. revenge. people running away from an angry God
feel the wrath of the boogie monster!! boogie oogie oogie! garrrr! listless they all fall, the children who stay up too late past their bedtimes!!! I snag them all and gobble them up!! yum! delicious children!!
The vegetables had their own stench, the fruit another. She wanted something simple, easy. Something that would require little to no maintenance; not a yard, but an apartment. Not a garden, but a mid level tenement in a tall building with a fire escape, one where she could sit and smoke cigarettes all day in the heat, look down and judge people. Somewhere in the inner city where her neighbors would refer to her as “That one white woman,” where the noise was as ceaseless as religion. Instead, much to her own surprise, she found herself in a small house. One story, one bedroom, a small living room and a front porch looking at a dirt road that led to nowhere but that flat tabletop of sky, where nothing else existed for miles around, no one to judge but herself, nowhere to drop cigarettes several stories down so that she might forget her bad habits. Here, they piled up around her, a crumpled mountain of regret, a reminder that the wrong man got her pregnant. It had been her husband’s all along, her son’s color testament to that. The creamy white skin that belonged to her and to him, and now him, Jeremy, their son. But before the inevitability of continuity, before they had handed him to her, she had closed her eyes and prayed, prayed and prayed and prayed that when she opened them she would do so to a small bundle of caramel, a stain, a blessing, the one thing that would have ended the tyranny that was her husband’s fiery, unrelenting love.
Feel it. Do you see the small hazel flames in my eyes? Those flames speaking because there is nothing left for my mouth to say.
anger is not near enough
sometimes it just sits there
and boils
if you want a good real fit
wrath is what you need
it sounds much more righteous
and though it may not last long
the effects can go on forever.
Jim sat there stewing in his own fetid sweat. Broiling from within; a tumultuous anger paid tribute to the heat that surrounded him, by exact emulation. The wrathful sun careened into him from all sides. he bent down and picked up the teddy bear, with its missing ear and dirt stained fabric, off the ground and with one fluid motion and heaved it over the fence. There was no customary bark that trailed off after the object that was now mid flight. All of that ceased as of yesterday, when an abrupt and unexpected screech followed by a distinct thud had leveled asunder that god damn beloved beast. Jim figured if the drunken bastard next door was apparently okay with knocking off his pet, well, he might as well have the decency to discard of his prized chew toy.
wrath math catch the wrath with the math of the half bottle of beer with a bullet hose for twenty two people in a couch of a number four pencil gram to hit the deer with the eye of an octopus head cheat the lives of the time being.
one of the seven deadly sins, this can be one of the strongest emotions in the world.
The wrath of the storm was inescapable. The speeding winds ripped up everything in its path. Lightning struck everywhere. And somewhere in the dark a little girl cried.
He stood there with fury in his eyes. He prepared to strike, he felt the baton in his fingers and his breath sharpened. But still he felt no pity.