Haunted by sweet ira

She loves to dig her claws into fresh meat

Tear flesh from bones

Blood, sin, and hatred fill the room like smoke

She whispers dark secrets, venomous lies

Rage rises within the soul

Trying to break out

Wishing to unleash the madness inside

Anger follows up and down your arms

Like a thousand ants marching

Fingers curl into mighty fists

Eyes flash with scarlet hues

Anger lashes out at anyone

Mostly attacked ones held so dear

If it takes control there will be a price to pay

Blood would coat every wall; sin will have you by the throat