The Sin of Wrath

I can feel rage swell upon me like an Ocean wave, crashing into my shores like old friends reuniting in a bear hug. It Shakes me to my very core to feel something so powerful as Hatred course through me, to know that in a moment everything inside of me could snap, and that it wouldn't be the first nor the last of things to break. I can taste the Blood Curdling Roar on my tongue like a toxic tonic, poisoning my words into bitter useless air spewed like waste. My hands curl and clench into fist shaking from the need to break anything in sight, to hurl things through the air, to destroy everything in sight. Rend Flesh from Bone, flay skin with a strike, snap bones like twigs. Strangle the very life out of someone. All of this screaming silently from the deep recesses of my mind where etiquette and manners keep it trapped.