Emotion?

To extrapolate on the way I feel

envision you have joy, that those closest wish to steal.

They take small steps everyday, to rid you of clear thought

sanity by the wayside, peace is every bit lost.

The emotion I struggle with, lies within my hardest sin

Wrath washes over me, takes control, it begins.

The flush of anger in my blood, the calm in my actions

The rush of attention to detail, in my violent fashions.

I don't encourage it to anyone, to adopt this burden

It's one that takes time to reverse, release only when traitors are hurtin'.

I live a thin line between the space of adore and abhor

I am but a second from destroying their worlds after I shatter their door.

The coldest nights, couldn't cool my hell fire blood

The smartest of foes couldn't outlast my stone heart's fight

The fastest of feet, can only run so far

and the most resourceful of fucks can be starved out, day and night.

Ah, Wrath. They wrote about you in mythology calling you Ares and Mars. But you and I have an agreement: If the people wish to cross me and my peaceful notions, then we will pour on the suffering that they have asked for. You're not romantic, but neither am I. Let's do what we do best.