Outrage was disbelief
Anger that's good senses' thief.
Loathing was hatred deep
Corroding while compassion sleeps.
Irritation a surface scratch,
A misunderstanding or mismatch.
Hatred was just a word,
Forgotten just as soon as heard.
Despised was just a simple state,
A pitstop on the way to hate.
Fury was a broken rope,
Unleashing what just couldn't cope.
But wrath was anger's promise,
Not easily dismissed,
It's loathing you to every breath,
It's a shadows' pessimist.
It's outrage paired with knowledge,
It's fury on the edge,
It's what hatred might like to be,
It's a despisers final pledge.
Wrath is madness uncontrolled,
It's hatred's border unpatrolled.
It's boiling points we never knew,
It's the anger possessed by few.
It's one life dedicated,
It's continuous and unabated.
It's passion captivated,
And it's the world you've just created.
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