wrath is the thing i feel about myself when i dont live up to the full portenial i expect of myself. I hate it when I cannot do what i know I can do. I disappoint myself yet i rely on teh opinions of others overmyself. I really hurts when I dont think of how I am effecting myself. Instead of thinking of how I am failing other ppl i need to let myself put a word in.
Wrath, spheres of light
From within
Designated self
Overthrow disillusioned
Sentiments creating
Widespread Chaos
You reap what you sow
When you sow false knowledge
Into children too young to
Understand the graves you’re
Digging
From chaos bears fortune
Well fuck fortune
What matters is now
And the government
Is eating all that
away
the grapes of wrath. gods wrath. the world was gonna end today. but it didnt. what a bunch of loser. i love the grapes of wrath. even thought i didnt read it. i has jim casy the joads. yeah. good book. the movie made me fall asleep thought. yeah i cant think of anything else. grapes of wrath.. the wr
Wrath is a mean word. The wrath of _______. It doesn’t sound nice. Ever. No matter how it is used in a sentence. It is probably the one word in the dictionary that can never sound nice. There aren’t a lot of words that can only be used in a mean way. This is one of the few. WRATH. See, it just doesn’t sound good. Ever.
Getting the wrath of someone’s anger is terrible. Especially when you have nothing to do with the person’s emotions, but you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. And it goes both ways, that person always ends up feeling bad for lashing out.
Oh what a tumultuous day. The wrath of God was predicted to smite us. But, alas, it did not. Rapture, (or, as my dear friend Arlen says “rapters”) did not take place.
the wrath the snake hit the mice with especial disdain for he did not respect the life of the mouse he merely swallowed him whole into his deep dark well like stomach of wrath and the mouse was forever gone and that was so sad for the mouse’s friend whose name was Trina. Trina’s last name was Pawtootie
Anger gonna eat you, and beat the living shit of everything. The fire that burns inside me is too much to bear. I can only do one thing and that is to let it keep burning. It consumes me, it consumes everyone around me… but I need it.
It’s boiling warm, sparking. It reaches every pore and it breathes and it moves. It fills every corner, climbing higher and higher and higher until little drops spew forth, leaving black angry burns all over the ground. And you feel… alive.
God’s wrath against my sin, and the sins of the world, was poured out on Jesus Christ on the cross, satsifying it. This substitutionary death secures salvation for me. Without His life and death, I get no life and only death. Only by His blood, by grace, through faith.
Wrath is an interesting set of instinctual impulses. Control – Out of Control. Cogitative dissonance mixed with pure human rage. Mindless. Like a Zombie. Once it blooms from the recesses of your tainted mind it spreads like an infection. And therein rages the onslaught, the string of chemical reactions. Impulses that fire faster, faster, and faster until you’ve reached the height of an internal clash. The next thing you know you’ve either reasoned it out or you’ve chosen the other route.
Anger, fury, rage and resentment. One who has been treated unjustly. The scorn of the fighter who stings for the misjudged. The world shall feel my wrath.
Th grapes of wrath. Speaking of which, grapes are pretty good, but unfortunately they aren’t on my diet. Not that I have actually been sticking to my diet very well. In my defense, it was my birthday. People were taking me out to eat. Also, when I go and visit my man friend, I usually eat whatever he eats. Cause he’s in prison. They don’t have alot of food choices there. Mostly burritos and chips. Kinda lame. They should have grapes there.
The fiery wrath of the apple tree was almost too much to withstand. It kept chucking apples, one after another, until i was completely soaked in it’s pulp. I finally decided to give it a magical hug to diminish it’s evil ways! It worked, so all the little animals of the forest near by starting singing in english and dancing on their hind legs with unnatural smiles on their faces. Yay for the magic of hugs!!!!!!
anger
it is a sign of unhappines
it cannot be defined;therefore it is impossible to maintain
step fathers
anybody can process the feeling, but only a truly angry person can experience the wrath of a person
it is impossible to avoid
strong word
life w/o wrath=impossible and perfect at the same time
I am angry and I know that it is coming. I have planned, I have plotted, I have wondered and I have waited. It is time. My anger has turned into a thorn in my side, aching and bleeding. Holding my wound with my hands does nothing now. I need to let this feeling go. I need to pull the thorn from my side and give way to the wrath inside my bones. The turmoil is great and it will never go away.
Wrath is a scary emotion. It gets you in trouble. Wrath makes you do stupid things. Too much anger buried inside of you runs over and spills onto others. Destructive behavior.
The wings of the mexican blackbird take the wrath of the transcontinental winds that beat so heavily upon them. But the blackbird overcomes it. If they can overcome that, then we can overcome anything.
A pig can cause a major wrath and so can children for unprepared parents even overly prepared parents. The wrath of giving up your life for another can put a bit of a damper on ones livestyle.
Something that you have to live with.. People can’t help but have a small part of it within themselves. Its hurtful to those around you.. But I human’s need for domination is overpowering to their… Well nice side, I guess. Its human nature…
Wrath. The wrath of God. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. That has nothing to do with wrath, but it does. Wrath. Anger. Furious. So much anger. Wrath poured out on the sinners.
After the break up all I wanted was revenge. But revenge isn’t as hard to come by as people may think. I wasn’t going to sit aside and let him treat me that way. I needed justice. And the wrath that i left upon him was gruesome. Keying his car, threatening e-mails from untraced sources…anything to freak him out.
of Khan! The black cat stalks his victim–the unsuspecting shoe in the corner of the room. So rich with odors, so delightful . . . he must take hold, take in his paws, kick Kick kick, bite, bite bite. Yes!
I ripped and hit and cut and screamed. I couldn’t stand it, he’d never lie to me. Chapel would never lie to me why was she trying to get me to believe that? I knew he couldn’t. But wrath couldn’t last forever and desperation set it
“Feel my wrath,” said Reginald, “I am emperor of the Universe!” He pounded the two plastic figures together furiously, Doctor Doom punching Barbie; Barbie retaliating by blow drying his hair through his metal eye slits. “Your netherworld magicks are no match for my atomic beauty secrets!” Reginald continued. Doom slapped Barbie. Barbie slapped Doom. It was a furious mélée, ending with the two passionately kissing, just as Santa walked in with the other elves, as sugar cookie break had just ended.
“Reginald,” he boomed, “get back to work and stop playing with little Donnie Trump’s gifts.”
Wrath is an evil thing that grips you and makes you vindictive and angry and impulsivem. This is no easy emotion to feel. It is only caused by the deepest and darkest anger imaginable. One cannot fathom my wrath. My anger. My darkness. It goes deeper than that. An evil warlord after an innocent hero. The pain is so much more.
Wrath. Extreme anger. I am going to suffer the wrath of my mother any day now when she opens my closet and sees the state of my wardrobe. And my bookshelf. Why am i so sloppy? Even I don’t like my mess, but I can’t bring myself to sit and clean it up
It was with great reluctance that he decided finally to have his revenge. He was a peaceable man, but he did make a promise. The promise was then to take out his wrath upon the man who murdered his brother, though, through his investigations, he had since decided that perhaps his brother deserved his fate.
The wrath of the media comes down on Harold Camping today as yet another of his predictions is proven wrong, and I wonder how he feels about being wrong, whether he has accepted yet that he is, whether he has begun to doubt himself or his faith because of this, and yet I don’t quite find it in myself to sympathize.
okay so for halloween my friend chloe had to portray the 7th deadly sin as wath an hse did such a good job her costume consisted of red tights with orange fshets vans black vans and a black shirt that had WRATH wiritten on it she also made her hair look like fire hahah it was great
Wrath wrought what? I don’t know. Probably nothing good. Sour grapes.
wrath is the thing i feel about myself when i dont live up to the full portenial i expect of myself. I hate it when I cannot do what i know I can do. I disappoint myself yet i rely on teh opinions of others overmyself. I really hurts when I dont think of how I am effecting myself. Instead of thinking of how I am failing other ppl i need to let myself put a word in.
All that hatred, all that contempt washed away whenever she cooked. She poured her wrath over yesterday in the chop chop of cooking.
I feel wrath aginst everyone who is closed-minded. I hate that. Open your minds and accept!
Wrath, spheres of light
From within
Designated self
Overthrow disillusioned
Sentiments creating
Widespread Chaos
You reap what you sow
When you sow false knowledge
Into children too young to
Understand the graves you’re
Digging
From chaos bears fortune
Well fuck fortune
What matters is now
And the government
Is eating all that
away
the grapes of wrath. gods wrath. the world was gonna end today. but it didnt. what a bunch of loser. i love the grapes of wrath. even thought i didnt read it. i has jim casy the joads. yeah. good book. the movie made me fall asleep thought. yeah i cant think of anything else. grapes of wrath.. the wr
The power of someone to make another feel insignificant. Anger. Release. Escape.
Out of wrath, comes a new beginning. Rebirth. The calm after the storm.
You are alive.
Wrath is a mean word. The wrath of _______. It doesn’t sound nice. Ever. No matter how it is used in a sentence. It is probably the one word in the dictionary that can never sound nice. There aren’t a lot of words that can only be used in a mean way. This is one of the few. WRATH. See, it just doesn’t sound good. Ever.
Getting the wrath of someone’s anger is terrible. Especially when you have nothing to do with the person’s emotions, but you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. And it goes both ways, that person always ends up feeling bad for lashing out.
face the wrath of the last salmon man.
Oh what a tumultuous day. The wrath of God was predicted to smite us. But, alas, it did not. Rapture, (or, as my dear friend Arlen says “rapters”) did not take place.
anger. fury. something i wish to never endure from anyone… especially someone’s mother. my mom is bad enough.
the wrath the snake hit the mice with especial disdain for he did not respect the life of the mouse he merely swallowed him whole into his deep dark well like stomach of wrath and the mouse was forever gone and that was so sad for the mouse’s friend whose name was Trina. Trina’s last name was Pawtootie
Anger gonna eat you, and beat the living shit of everything. The fire that burns inside me is too much to bear. I can only do one thing and that is to let it keep burning. It consumes me, it consumes everyone around me… but I need it.
It’s boiling warm, sparking. It reaches every pore and it breathes and it moves. It fills every corner, climbing higher and higher and higher until little drops spew forth, leaving black angry burns all over the ground. And you feel… alive.
God’s wrath against my sin, and the sins of the world, was poured out on Jesus Christ on the cross, satsifying it. This substitutionary death secures salvation for me. Without His life and death, I get no life and only death. Only by His blood, by grace, through faith.
Taste the wrath of a thousand jars of peanutbutter. Hahahahahhahaha. I am the evil peanut proffeser:D EVIL LAUGH!
Wrath is an interesting set of instinctual impulses. Control – Out of Control. Cogitative dissonance mixed with pure human rage. Mindless. Like a Zombie. Once it blooms from the recesses of your tainted mind it spreads like an infection. And therein rages the onslaught, the string of chemical reactions. Impulses that fire faster, faster, and faster until you’ve reached the height of an internal clash. The next thing you know you’ve either reasoned it out or you’ve chosen the other route.
You went against everything you were taught and talked back to your trainer. you must understand there with be some form of wrath delivered.
Anger, fury, rage and resentment. One who has been treated unjustly. The scorn of the fighter who stings for the misjudged. The world shall feel my wrath.
i am angry, you will regret what youve done, smash, hurt, fiery emotions blending as one.
Th grapes of wrath. Speaking of which, grapes are pretty good, but unfortunately they aren’t on my diet. Not that I have actually been sticking to my diet very well. In my defense, it was my birthday. People were taking me out to eat. Also, when I go and visit my man friend, I usually eat whatever he eats. Cause he’s in prison. They don’t have alot of food choices there. Mostly burritos and chips. Kinda lame. They should have grapes there.
The fiery wrath of the apple tree was almost too much to withstand. It kept chucking apples, one after another, until i was completely soaked in it’s pulp. I finally decided to give it a magical hug to diminish it’s evil ways! It worked, so all the little animals of the forest near by starting singing in english and dancing on their hind legs with unnatural smiles on their faces. Yay for the magic of hugs!!!!!!
anger
it is a sign of unhappines
it cannot be defined;therefore it is impossible to maintain
step fathers
anybody can process the feeling, but only a truly angry person can experience the wrath of a person
it is impossible to avoid
strong word
life w/o wrath=impossible and perfect at the same time
I am angry and I know that it is coming. I have planned, I have plotted, I have wondered and I have waited. It is time. My anger has turned into a thorn in my side, aching and bleeding. Holding my wound with my hands does nothing now. I need to let this feeling go. I need to pull the thorn from my side and give way to the wrath inside my bones. The turmoil is great and it will never go away.
Wrath is a scary emotion. It gets you in trouble. Wrath makes you do stupid things. Too much anger buried inside of you runs over and spills onto others. Destructive behavior.
The wings of the mexican blackbird take the wrath of the transcontinental winds that beat so heavily upon them. But the blackbird overcomes it. If they can overcome that, then we can overcome anything.
A pig can cause a major wrath and so can children for unprepared parents even overly prepared parents. The wrath of giving up your life for another can put a bit of a damper on ones livestyle.
Something that you have to live with.. People can’t help but have a small part of it within themselves. Its hurtful to those around you.. But I human’s need for domination is overpowering to their… Well nice side, I guess. Its human nature…
Wrath. The wrath of God. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. That has nothing to do with wrath, but it does. Wrath. Anger. Furious. So much anger. Wrath poured out on the sinners.
After the break up all I wanted was revenge. But revenge isn’t as hard to come by as people may think. I wasn’t going to sit aside and let him treat me that way. I needed justice. And the wrath that i left upon him was gruesome. Keying his car, threatening e-mails from untraced sources…anything to freak him out.
It’s curling under my skin like claws to your heart. My hatred translates itself to my words full of wrath.
of Khan! The black cat stalks his victim–the unsuspecting shoe in the corner of the room. So rich with odors, so delightful . . . he must take hold, take in his paws, kick Kick kick, bite, bite bite. Yes!
I ripped and hit and cut and screamed. I couldn’t stand it, he’d never lie to me. Chapel would never lie to me why was she trying to get me to believe that? I knew he couldn’t. But wrath couldn’t last forever and desperation set it
“Feel my wrath,” said Reginald, “I am emperor of the Universe!” He pounded the two plastic figures together furiously, Doctor Doom punching Barbie; Barbie retaliating by blow drying his hair through his metal eye slits. “Your netherworld magicks are no match for my atomic beauty secrets!” Reginald continued. Doom slapped Barbie. Barbie slapped Doom. It was a furious mélée, ending with the two passionately kissing, just as Santa walked in with the other elves, as sugar cookie break had just ended.
“Reginald,” he boomed, “get back to work and stop playing with little Donnie Trump’s gifts.”
Wrath is an evil thing that grips you and makes you vindictive and angry and impulsivem. This is no easy emotion to feel. It is only caused by the deepest and darkest anger imaginable. One cannot fathom my wrath. My anger. My darkness. It goes deeper than that. An evil warlord after an innocent hero. The pain is so much more.
Wrath. Extreme anger. I am going to suffer the wrath of my mother any day now when she opens my closet and sees the state of my wardrobe. And my bookshelf. Why am i so sloppy? Even I don’t like my mess, but I can’t bring myself to sit and clean it up
It was with great reluctance that he decided finally to have his revenge. He was a peaceable man, but he did make a promise. The promise was then to take out his wrath upon the man who murdered his brother, though, through his investigations, he had since decided that perhaps his brother deserved his fate.
The wrath of the media comes down on Harold Camping today as yet another of his predictions is proven wrong, and I wonder how he feels about being wrong, whether he has accepted yet that he is, whether he has begun to doubt himself or his faith because of this, and yet I don’t quite find it in myself to sympathize.
okay so for halloween my friend chloe had to portray the 7th deadly sin as wath an hse did such a good job her costume consisted of red tights with orange fshets vans black vans and a black shirt that had WRATH wiritten on it she also made her hair look like fire hahah it was great