This Fury

This fury burns hot
The waters of peace cannot quench
Greater, brighter, stronger
Yet this fury grows

Without my hand this fury burns
Without my thoughts, this thing consumes
Why, oh God, must I wait for vengeance

Look at them go
Not even the heathen behaves as such
Yet, we tolerate

And the fury grows


Beware, you who poke and prod
Be quiet, you who offer insolence
Be still, and know fire has no place in our hands
To burn with fury is to be burned by it

I wait patiently

I wait calmly for judgement

I will not be swept over,
I will be judged the same

This fury still consuming


- O.S.