The Servant of God of Anger
In her quiet demeanor, a storm doth brew,
A servant of God, yet with anger imbued,
Mischievous and fierce, yet calm to the view,
With a hole in her body and a heart on view.
A faithful follower, with anger as her guide,
A paradox of calmness and chaos inside,
A testament to the divide,
Between the peaceful exterior and the tumultuous tide.
