Slowly creeping in

To sit upon the throne of your heart

To be highly exalted above all things else

Gently soothing the nerves of your conscience

Creating holes that seems almost impossible to fill

With my pointed arrow, I pierce hard

Into the fibre of your mind

Leaving no place for forgiveness to reside.

You may begin to wonder,

Wonder why everything that is right is right

Yet you sit on the fence of your defence

Beating your chest in agreement that your heart is at rest,

Little do you know that,

Like a terminal disease

I have taken over your whole system

Owning your own very being.

Here i come not alone,

But with my relatives and whole kindred

From anger, it turns into rage,

Rage if not controlled invites malice,

Malice decides not to be alone

Thus causing hatred to sprout out in conquest of your soul,

Laughing and scoffing at your faith

Treating you like one with no root nor base

Yet you rejoice in your own folly

Folly of self- righteousness

Pampering your actions

Like a babe basking in the euphoria of mothers warmth,

Making them not to count.

Watch out for me because,

Like a bandit in the night will i come upon you

As a snare i lie in wait for you,

To destroy the very reason for your course here on earth

I will label you a murderer

Because that is exactly what you have become.

With me exalted in you life,

Righteousness is far from you,

Because you keep fanning the flames of my existence,

What out for my sting

My inflicted pains knows no end

My misery is extreme

Except you give me no chance to rule

Nor pay me no attention.

End note: James 1:20; For man’s anger does not bring about the righteous life that God desires. (NIV).