wrath ('rath, chiefly British 'roth)

The most monsterous of sins, Wrath is rage and anger. It is brutal, rash and heartless. This is illustrated by the chains that burden us, weighing us down. Covering our body, they binds us, holding us to our own hate. We carry this weight on our shoulders, were it pulls us down, infuriating us more. Wrath is self sustaining.

Although we carry the burden on our shoulders, it is mainly derived from our gender. Men feel angst because we have a primal urge to compete. We must prove ourselves worthy, not only to ourselves, but also to the fairer sex. Our drive to not be outdone, to leave our mark, to spread our seed; leads to our vengful nature. Any who stand in our way, must be overcome, must be punished. Women on the other hand have a maternal drive, to stop at nothing to defend their young and future offspring. They will backstab and ruin any who oppose their genetic line.

Due to these chains, and because the nature of this sin, we all attempt to build ourselves up. We create a larger more menicing appearence. Whether we pull our shoulders back, and stand more intimidating; or recreate ourselves through working out or shopping. We compensate for our own weakness and inferiority by grafting that which is not apart of us to ourselves. This makes us feel more powerful, more prepared to enact our revenge. But no matter what we add, we are weak and fragile underneath.

That which makes wrath more deadly is that we hide our hate. Our society preaches that hating is unjust, uncivil. We smile throughout our day, shaking the hand of the very people we wish to harm. This mask we wear; hides the frustration, the pain. We want to take it off, to show the hidiousness of our anger. But after the hate has festered the question becomes: is the smile a mask or has rage and laughter become one and the same?