The fragile existence of any calm moment is liable to be instantly destroyed by a succession of minute annoyances, which means my wife is affected most negatively and most severely. Now that I’ve officially declared war on my anger, it seems to rear up increasingly and with malice at the tiniest details crossing my wrathful way. I must shame myself into being a better person. Don’t let me get away with anger. If my wife sees this, she should know that she has full permission to throw heavy things at my head if I ever get angry at or around her.

Don’t forget it.

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Verses: A – E – Dsus2 – G/B
Choruses: Dsus2 – A, Dsus2 – G/B – Dsus2 – E – A

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Fault lines in the asphalt ground
Snow caught in the cracks below
Melted mass of frozen pounds
Weighing down the river’s load.

Floating on the tumbling storm
Weary in a restless state
Terrified of shadowed forms
Gasping still with breath abate.

The earth is dead, its surface, dark
Stray life is cut with spiteful blade
Alone remains a hopeful ark
To reach it, sacrifices made.

Winter winds can’t chill my soul
And some things you will never know
But stay with me for now
Together, alone.

Tempered steel will not suffice
The gates I’ve built aren’t meant to break
Nothing but your heart’s entice
Can frighten off dread fear’s embrace.

The falling ice envelopes all
And you can cower here with me
My heart is hard, but through its walls
Life can still push mightily.

Your faith is all I seek, and yet
You’ve given me much better still
Unknowing, safety keeps me set
But your love is what breaks my will.

Demons in the roads pursue
And all the world could shatter you
But you are not alone

Fearful wrath burns in your eyes
And loveliness intensifies
I give my heart in peace
And make the sacrifice.

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As it reared its head
And subjugated you
To its never-ending
Hypocritic ridicule –

And watched as you spiraled out
Into spatial nothingness:
You raised your hands in agony,
Cried out for saving Grace.

A hand caught you
And broke your fall
That deadly self-pity
Beyond self-helping all

You would not accept His grip
As He held you in His Love and Faith
So He set you back upon your feet
And watched you turn and walk away.

He followed after
Walked beside
You would not stop
And allow His aid;

So He let you try to walk yourself
In your focused stupidity
To see you fall again and again
Spelled of pride and morbid naivety.

The demon returned
To haunt your dreams
And kick you back
To your former graves.

And God watched as you went on
Down that wide, well-travelled path
With a demon on your back, and one at your feet
Tripping you all the way to hellish wrath.

Love turns to wrath
But not until the end;
You can still redeem
What you purposely forgot.

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