Rehearsing a destruction that never arrives will cost more days than the destruction ever could.
Something occupies the top of a person's attention all day, and whatever occupies it manufactures the state they live in until that state hardens into an identity. Forgetting Yahweh the Maker is a focus problem before it is a theology problem, because the memory stays intact and simply goes unvisited while an oppressor's schedule fills the space.
Fury that never lands is still paid for in advance, at full price, in daily installments taken out of the body. The conviction spent on it is the same conviction that could have been spent on the One who stretched out the heavens. What that trade costs is the actual years, given to crouching in front of a power that, when the question is finally put out loud, is not standing there.