Wrath Marches

Burning rage,

Seething hatred,

Blazing for seemingly no reason

Flames exude, warding off

The fearful souls around

They scatter, having known

Such inexhaustible fury

Time and time again

They know better

Than to remain in the line of fire

As Wrath marches,

Razing through concrete jungles

And countryside plains,

Screams of pain erupt,

Filling the thick, smoky air

Fighting a pointless, but personal war,

Destruction wrought, lives lost

Wrath is feared by all