6 And among all the parts of the body, the tongue is a flame of fire.
It is a whole world of wickedness, corrupting your entire body.
It can set your whole life on fire, for it is set on fire by hell itself.
22 For you know how often you yourself have cursed others.
It so strange to be temperamental,
When irritated no peace is found.
It seems that with the speed of light
Your thoughts moves without sound.
It feeds your anger without mercy.
A smoldering fire becomes a blaze.
It roars and rumbles consuming senses
Destroying all wellness in every place.
There is no hiding from its destruction.
Why do I enjoy this scene?
Like in the dark of myself got even
With them … who put the spark in me
How can I quench this roaring fire?
How to stop this senseless death?
When winds of time are growing
Into a cyclone fed by wrath.
The answer does not dwell within me
Not to be found in my scorching heart.
I guess I don’t have a prayer … or maybe
It’s the only way to escape that snarl.