Wrath is a destructive anger, a burning rage that hurts
Everyone it touches and grinds them into dirt
A savage tearing feeling to consequences blind
The ending is never pretty, but it pays the cost no mind
Number 166 completes this sequence on deadly sins* and this might be the best of the seven. Best poem that is. Probably not the best sin.
* Although due to my plans for poetry on this blog the topic will inevitably reappear one more time.