Simple math indicates that you are not safe.
I’m coming for you like you came for me.
I won’t waste time telling you what’s to come.
I want you to feel it.
red and angry is the sun
on the doomed and wasted planet.
it would be a tragedy if there were any left to witness its passing,
but the only survivors are the cockroaches.
and they’re not talking.
the wrath of the universe is unimaginable.But in this there is perfect harmony with which we thrive on.It was the big bang that caused the collision of millions of celestial bodies but we life only for that one reason.
The unleashing of a woman’s wrath, maybe my mother’s? No, Catholic school taught me to fear the wrath of the almighty and powerful God. The word wrath has a complete negative connotation, where nothing good can come from a wrath.
I spent half he day thinking about whether or not I deserved his wrath. Thought that, fuck it if the world ends, what would they do with me anyway? How much worse off am I than everyone else? On the scale of wrath and vengance where do my petty infractions fall?
on the girl who would try and flirt with boyfriend or on my boyfriend if he ever tries to break hmy trust for him…. i think he realizes that because trust is really important. So lets park this word just for this moment :)
Wrath prowled in hell. It’s claws elongated to sharp points. How it longed to kill, maim, and yet for so long it had been denied that right. But Wrath could wait no longer. The demon was to strong, powerful with it’s need to hurt. For weeks Wrath had been planning it’s escape from hell, waiting for the perfect opportunity. It would set itself free upon the world, getting revenge on the holy ones who had locked him away in the firey pit he has come to call home.
Wrath is the driving force of vengeance. It is the illness within our hearts which brings only more loss, only more pain in the face of wrongdoing. It is the way of the old gods, the way of cruelty and weakness. Is it not better to turn the other cheek? Is it not better to rise above? how can we be so lost in the face of our own anger?
the grapes of wrath is a really sad book. i havent read it, but my mom and dad have and they have told me about it a bit. it sounds really sad. i read the red pony and the pearl book and i dont like them. i dont like steingback very much he kinda creeps me out andis boring. the grapes of wrath reminds me of harsh living condition of the grape pickers, although, i’m not sure if that’s what its really about. lol
Angry because you betrayed me. Angry because you hurt me. Wanting you to die. Wanting you to disappear. Angry because of what you said. Angry because of what you did. Angry because of who you are. Angry because you broke my heart.
But in the end I realized. It’s not you I hated. It was me.
i hate wrath. i hate hate, WHY hate. there is no point, just love, love is good. everyone needs love. give love receive love, the world will be a better place. be kind to your neighbor, it’s true what they say. do ever intentiinay hurt someone, its not fair to them fo
not doing this one again. no more of you, mister.
new word. i’m choosing it this time. how about: puppies. sunshine? rainbow?
never anything nice, no olives, only brine. left the tuna can open, sliced finger. blood trickles down the drain, raining on the man’s head. umbrellas, cats and dogs. there we go, right back to puppies. told you.
I always think of a woman unleashing her wrath on someone, or god unleashing his wrath on sinners. Wrath seems to me to have immense negative connotations; nothing good seems to come from the word wrath in my own mind.
the wrath of who? god? don’t believe in that. or do i? who really knows nowadays.
my father’s wrath, now that’s more real. don’t want to get on his bad side.
burn, baby, burn.
although it kind of reminds me of wrapping paper.. christmas, birthdays.. presents.
i hate him so much. he never pays any attention to me. he used to love me. he used to be my best friend. i’m his sister, and yet some girl that he hasn’t seen face to face for 2 years gets more attention i do. stupid skype, that’s all he does any more.
Hey my name is stephanie what is up? adele is currently on the tv and collingwood just won. if we had have lost, they would have faced my wrath. lewis just texted me so i want this to hurry up and end so i can check and see what he wrote. we could have it all. hmmm, i really am bored.
Wrath is a bad thing and it will destroy the person and put him in fire and cleans him away without having damaged the other person on whom the person is having wrath
The blows rained down on her face, her arms, her legs. Thick, cherry red bruises and purple marks blossomed over her body until she was nothing but pain. Nothing but pain and rage and then there was darkness.
Things that make me feel wrathful definitely include modern art. I guess I just don’t ‘get it’ but so much of it looks like utter crap to me. a particularly hated example being Mark Rothko. God I hate that man and everything he ever did. I look at one of his works and just think ‘why’??. I go into the room with his works displayed at the Tate modern just to get my ‘2 minutes hate’ on.
What else incurs my wrath? Oh so many things actually. Living in China especially – you have the constant being shoved and the people spitting in the street. That last one is especially heinous.
Wrath is a frightening reaction to an often small problem. If less people reacted with wrath, there might be more love in the world, and definitely a lot less hurting people.
Hell has no wrath bigger then that of a scorned woman, or so that is what they say. Oh how I wish that was true. I simply cannot even muster the strength, or courage to do much of anything these days, let along seek revenge, I’d rather they stay here on this torn and tattered couch.
wrath is ugly, dark, and destructive. it will eat your heart, feast on your soul. its appetite is unrelenting; it will stalk your lightest dreams and drag them screaming into the depths of the darkest despair. wrath kills at its best. at its worst, it will maim and cripple, rendering useless all things of beauty and worth.
Never before had she felt so hurt, betrayed, and confused before. This hurt was unlike any she’d ever experienced. Not only was she broken and feeling lost, but she felt an immense anger. How dare he do this? How could this seem like appropriate behavior for anyone, much less a father? Forgiveness? Never. Too little too late.
god, anger, passion, intense peices of music and unstoppable rage. scary sometimes, strangely beautiful other times. or rather, it an result in beautiful peices of art or music or dance. emotion at its best.
Destruction and chaos! It ain’t so bad. It’s like you’re a bowl of cereal. Mini-wheats, if you crave more detail. You’re being lifted up on a spoon by god and her big ol’ hungry fists. You go into her mouth and get crunched. There are worse things. Believe me, there are far worse things.
His wrath was strong, eyes creased into an angry glare. The other backed up, hitting the wall unexpectedly as he didn’t realize where he was standing, trying not to be too close you the infuriated other.
sometimes i feel you in my bottom. when i say bottom, i mean the bottom of my heart. i don’t know anymore, except i feel you there, in the ditch that is my heart. where are you now. oh.
The Grapes thereof. I haven’t read much Steinbeck at all, but I would like to. I intend to read “Of Mice and Men” in the near future. I’m trying to read 25 books by the end of the year, but I’m stuck on the second one (Northanger Abbey) because it kinda sucks.
is anger like you cannot describe. Vengefulness often comes with it. It is often because of an injutice being commited against one you love or care about
The anger was more than William can bear. It overtook his very being. So finally, he couldn’t handle it anymore. “Why keep this bottled up, dear?”, he whispered to Kym as she slept soundly in bed. With a knife he snatched from the kitchen, he raised it high above his head.
He swung it down towards her chest and…….
And it was finished.
Simple math indicates that you are not safe.
I’m coming for you like you came for me.
I won’t waste time telling you what’s to come.
I want you to feel it.
don’t try to combat
a lioness’s wrath
it will cause you severe pain
for her growing cubs she will gain
a hefty dinner made from your muscle and fat
red and angry is the sun
on the doomed and wasted planet.
it would be a tragedy if there were any left to witness its passing,
but the only survivors are the cockroaches.
and they’re not talking.
the wrath of the universe is unimaginable.But in this there is perfect harmony with which we thrive on.It was the big bang that caused the collision of millions of celestial bodies but we life only for that one reason.
The unleashing of a woman’s wrath, maybe my mother’s? No, Catholic school taught me to fear the wrath of the almighty and powerful God. The word wrath has a complete negative connotation, where nothing good can come from a wrath.
I spent half he day thinking about whether or not I deserved his wrath. Thought that, fuck it if the world ends, what would they do with me anyway? How much worse off am I than everyone else? On the scale of wrath and vengance where do my petty infractions fall?
on the girl who would try and flirt with boyfriend or on my boyfriend if he ever tries to break hmy trust for him…. i think he realizes that because trust is really important. So lets park this word just for this moment :)
Like Gone with the wind on Astro turf, Abigail and her classmates shot dirty looks at the lone miller at the sandbox. With mild trepidation they tred.
Wrath prowled in hell. It’s claws elongated to sharp points. How it longed to kill, maim, and yet for so long it had been denied that right. But Wrath could wait no longer. The demon was to strong, powerful with it’s need to hurt. For weeks Wrath had been planning it’s escape from hell, waiting for the perfect opportunity. It would set itself free upon the world, getting revenge on the holy ones who had locked him away in the firey pit he has come to call home.
Anger. Very angry. and anger unleash in a matter that causes death and destructions.
Angry.
Furious.
My life.
Wanting to stop.
Wanting to run.
Wanting to just run until I can’t run anymore.
Wrath is the driving force of vengeance. It is the illness within our hearts which brings only more loss, only more pain in the face of wrongdoing. It is the way of the old gods, the way of cruelty and weakness. Is it not better to turn the other cheek? Is it not better to rise above? how can we be so lost in the face of our own anger?
the grapes of wrath is a really sad book. i havent read it, but my mom and dad have and they have told me about it a bit. it sounds really sad. i read the red pony and the pearl book and i dont like them. i dont like steingback very much he kinda creeps me out andis boring. the grapes of wrath reminds me of harsh living condition of the grape pickers, although, i’m not sure if that’s what its really about. lol
Angry because you betrayed me. Angry because you hurt me. Wanting you to die. Wanting you to disappear. Angry because of what you said. Angry because of what you did. Angry because of who you are. Angry because you broke my heart.
But in the end I realized. It’s not you I hated. It was me.
mad
um
upset
confused nervous woried hurt
i hate wrath. i hate hate, WHY hate. there is no point, just love, love is good. everyone needs love. give love receive love, the world will be a better place. be kind to your neighbor, it’s true what they say. do ever intentiinay hurt someone, its not fair to them fo
not doing this one again. no more of you, mister.
new word. i’m choosing it this time. how about: puppies. sunshine? rainbow?
never anything nice, no olives, only brine. left the tuna can open, sliced finger. blood trickles down the drain, raining on the man’s head. umbrellas, cats and dogs. there we go, right back to puppies. told you.
I always think of a woman unleashing her wrath on someone, or god unleashing his wrath on sinners. Wrath seems to me to have immense negative connotations; nothing good seems to come from the word wrath in my own mind.
the wrath of who? god? don’t believe in that. or do i? who really knows nowadays.
my father’s wrath, now that’s more real. don’t want to get on his bad side.
burn, baby, burn.
although it kind of reminds me of wrapping paper.. christmas, birthdays.. presents.
i hate him so much. he never pays any attention to me. he used to love me. he used to be my best friend. i’m his sister, and yet some girl that he hasn’t seen face to face for 2 years gets more attention i do. stupid skype, that’s all he does any more.
Hey my name is stephanie what is up? adele is currently on the tv and collingwood just won. if we had have lost, they would have faced my wrath. lewis just texted me so i want this to hurry up and end so i can check and see what he wrote. we could have it all. hmmm, i really am bored.
believe
peace
strong
mind
love
eternety
soul
hope
felicidad
esfuerzo
mentiras
verdad
jugar
todo
siempre
fin
nunca
Wrath is a bad thing and it will destroy the person and put him in fire and cleans him away without having damaged the other person on whom the person is having wrath
complete rash red raised skin rough and eyes rough aberrations and
The blows rained down on her face, her arms, her legs. Thick, cherry red bruises and purple marks blossomed over her body until she was nothing but pain. Nothing but pain and rage and then there was darkness.
grapes of wrath. need to read it again.
schools out now. maybe i can get it in.
yea its summer time.
so imma write a rhyme.
inspired by wrath
Things that make me feel wrathful definitely include modern art. I guess I just don’t ‘get it’ but so much of it looks like utter crap to me. a particularly hated example being Mark Rothko. God I hate that man and everything he ever did. I look at one of his works and just think ‘why’??. I go into the room with his works displayed at the Tate modern just to get my ‘2 minutes hate’ on.
What else incurs my wrath? Oh so many things actually. Living in China especially – you have the constant being shoved and the people spitting in the street. That last one is especially heinous.
grapes, anger, ire, broken, walls, pounding, red,
Wrath is a frightening reaction to an often small problem. If less people reacted with wrath, there might be more love in the world, and definitely a lot less hurting people.
Hell has no wrath bigger then that of a scorned woman, or so that is what they say. Oh how I wish that was true. I simply cannot even muster the strength, or courage to do much of anything these days, let along seek revenge, I’d rather they stay here on this torn and tattered couch.
angry
hateful
nasty
yelling
mean
not thinking
forceful
unbearable
uncalled for
obnoxious
wrath is ugly, dark, and destructive. it will eat your heart, feast on your soul. its appetite is unrelenting; it will stalk your lightest dreams and drag them screaming into the depths of the darkest despair. wrath kills at its best. at its worst, it will maim and cripple, rendering useless all things of beauty and worth.
Never before had she felt so hurt, betrayed, and confused before. This hurt was unlike any she’d ever experienced. Not only was she broken and feeling lost, but she felt an immense anger. How dare he do this? How could this seem like appropriate behavior for anyone, much less a father? Forgiveness? Never. Too little too late.
god, anger, passion, intense peices of music and unstoppable rage. scary sometimes, strangely beautiful other times. or rather, it an result in beautiful peices of art or music or dance. emotion at its best.
Destruction and chaos! It ain’t so bad. It’s like you’re a bowl of cereal. Mini-wheats, if you crave more detail. You’re being lifted up on a spoon by god and her big ol’ hungry fists. You go into her mouth and get crunched. There are worse things. Believe me, there are far worse things.
His wrath was strong, eyes creased into an angry glare. The other backed up, hitting the wall unexpectedly as he didn’t realize where he was standing, trying not to be too close you the infuriated other.
sometimes i feel you in my bottom. when i say bottom, i mean the bottom of my heart. i don’t know anymore, except i feel you there, in the ditch that is my heart. where are you now. oh.
The Grapes thereof. I haven’t read much Steinbeck at all, but I would like to. I intend to read “Of Mice and Men” in the near future. I’m trying to read 25 books by the end of the year, but I’m stuck on the second one (Northanger Abbey) because it kinda sucks.
is anger like you cannot describe. Vengefulness often comes with it. It is often because of an injutice being commited against one you love or care about
The anger was more than William can bear. It overtook his very being. So finally, he couldn’t handle it anymore. “Why keep this bottled up, dear?”, he whispered to Kym as she slept soundly in bed. With a knife he snatched from the kitchen, he raised it high above his head.
He swung it down towards her chest and…….
And it was finished.