[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Rational Wrath

7 deadly sins circulate inside of you
Yet what is a sin, but greatness's deterrent?

Uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and hatred for vengeance
The type of pure fury that doesn't just blend in
Behind the wrathful lay a path of blood and bones
Nobody who has crossed you stands alive to know

They say hatred is bad, yet oh so needed
Because in this, harsh, cruel world so many become conceited
Society is like a ferocious thunderstorm today
Your fire can't survive of you don't force people to pay

Granted, grudges are bad and two wrongs don't make a right
But you will get nowhere if you don't put up a fight
Wrath is for those who are subject to cruel manipulation
Gone is the day where they experience domination

So look into your own storm's aftermath
If you are to win, who must taste your wrath?