Hypocritical Mercy

Boiling till explosion.
Festering within your mind.
Lashing out at all that draw near,
till common sense is left behind.

It consumes you,
leaving you with only acrimony
Hatred, fury, rage, animosity
Till all you can think is
"May all rot in agony!"

The pure rage release
when you shriek and scream
and pour out your wrath.
Feel the helplessness fill your bloodstream.

Just like a kettle whistle,
Your head hot. You see red.
Your heart pounding with pain,
till the only redmption is when dead.

You hate them.
You hate yourself.
The vindictive ire circulates
fueling itself.

"Where is the forgivness!?"
"Where is the peace!?"
"Where is the mercy I seek!?"

But how can you recieve mercy?
When you yourself condem?
Your "mercy" my friend, is when death gets to win.
That is why wrath is a DEADLY sin.