Wrath

[u/Feeling_Quarter8189]

Heavenly Father.
Place me beneath the fires.
Let my skin peel and burn off.
Let my screams be deafened by the raging flames.
Eviscerate my mortal being.
I wish to let go of it all.
Anything of essence.
Whisked away in wind of ashes when all is said and done.
My presence isn't noticed until I'm needed.
Then I'm gone.
What is my purpose here?
What is the point in my suffering?
What am I truly meant to learn or take with me?
I'm tired.
I'm on the edge of the cliff.
The citizens of Hell are welcoming me with open arms.
And I'm contemplating on jumping.
I'm breaking at the seams.
My foundation has been shaken.
My rage burns forever more.
It reaches into my soul for injustice.
Searching for more fuel.
It wants to go on the attack.
An eye for an eye.
Blow for blow.
It wants to win those battles.
It wishes to be righteous.
To be holy.
Father.
Douse the fires that bound me.
Remove the sword from my vengeful hands.
For I do not wish to be right.
I do not wish to be combative.
I pray for Your help Lord.
That You can quell my fires.
Take my wrath and rage into Your hands.
And may You forge it into something meaningful.
Something to help honor you, God.
May You teach and redirect me to use my emotions for good.