A Lions Head in my Hands (Wrath(

This poem is about Wrath, one of the seven deadly sins.

By Josh Frye

Wrath is okay.....god approves of his name being used

Death is in our faces anyway....slang not needed,  ways i write about that have succeeded....and gained promise for what god approves of....say it over and over...i will be no devils muse

What some people don't understand is the profoundly deadly verse of gods poem about creation we are in, or have always been in


The skeletons in my closet....The aggression i am met wit, the reason why life resembles war more than the american dream...now your in it...now notions of caring guns fit nicely into my grill, my face to lions that deem me their ever sworn enemy

Life has no cage, no rules,as bullets fly, i find comfort in my rage

Lions don't respect your comfort....or fine,,,be prepared to bleed from your heart...just remember what i just said

Time, and the ocean will not stop receding, and rolling back, pounding,with murder attempts in their hearts....find it now,the rest is just a waste of time...pick up your guns, knock on heavens door, or you will never get in, a lost notion surrounded by death

As it is, i don't remember wrath being one of the commandments, though im sure it could be a similar translation ,forscorn it, and wonder where the life you've spent has forever went

Sit with your fist to your chin,and think about what im saying,if the gunman is out there somewhere,having you pegged in the back,you better wake up and pay a visit to your local gunshot,rage against the machine,because the only one down here is operated by satan


Now the fallen angel has made big impression on a lot of people, some like the idea because sometimes life is not worth the pain,

and since as long as your alive falling seems like falling many give over their ways,

But beside of this ,wether your a cop,or a criminal, ther is no difference when your holding a loaded gun, or facing one

My conclusion...rage is fine....it supplies the soul to live....it's just a matter of who has already won over your mind.

We all get the chance to rage....it's great....but who's side will you be on?

I still smell the smoke of the last bullet released from my ever revolving gun...I''ve found my way...Ive found out the place that will ultimately lead me to paradise.

Thats all i need to know....my heart is a lions den....a collisiium with my blood spilt on the ground....and there's a lions head in my hand. Forever.