dust to dust

[cacian]

the wrath
the anger
the body builder
they all tease
fate
harbour a taste
in case
a face
comes daring praise

the wrath
the thunder
the heaving blunder
they all clutch
a burning rage
they brood
rude
whenever shrude
gets on their mood

the wrath
the tard
the blast of pasts,
whatever caged
the bitter feist
let ill all churn
turn into gurn
and it won't burn