The Sufis say the wrath of God is the empty bellies of the poor.
And curse you for mentioning your wrath. Now I can see I am one of those dreaded 'undecided'. I can't tell if my wrath is like the wrath of God or just the inevitable pique of some poor slob who was made to feel worthless and wants revenge for it. From an early age I can see I held the world in contempt because I couldn't fit in. I just couldn't wear the conservative 'happy collar" and go along with the program. My father was far away serving the country most of my childhood and my mom had other things on her mind. I grew up kind of wild I think, comparatively.