Smiting the Hand That Breeds You
 

[AOWL Battle Topic: FIRE]

I've scorched, therefore I can.
I've risen in spite of the creation I am.
Blue in the face, I will forever forsake you and speak it.
Red in the blood, yet black in the heart of your green through each season.
Flood to drown me, landslide to down me, unleashed vines have bound me...
But this force of nature's unnatural, thus extermination is all but well mounted.

Born to rule self, yet dominion of all life's my aspiration.
My inspiration is destruction and procreation,
Almost at whim is this commitment to such a realization.
Spirituality ripped from the aural balance in parallel dimensions.
Yet, I convince that fixed shifts in rifts are meant as a sent gift, albeit demented.
I've discovered what far earlier existed, I've exhumed what was buried with fateful intention.

I've lit candles for cult practices and memories' vigils at the same time.
I've lived for rushed passions and deliberate procrastination in the name of dying.
I've been dead and resurrected against a name divine in the name of science!
How are you NOT appalled that i claim to have what you claim to have made for Zion?!
I provoke you to do all but remain a silence. A feigned belief. A mage, retired.
A reign of which may or may not have created, as this remains a waning bias.

I devour, yet I've always starved.
I've deflowered, yet have never tasted nectar beyond.
I'm in power, yet lack the towers to raise and empower peons.
I've been in existence for but a moment, but boast of knowing eons.
The coast is as defiant, but serves as a striking blow to my maligning tyrant.
A napoleon in the mind of a giant- until the size causes seismic rises and climate dive-ins.

I deprive wisdom and let shine the mindless.
Revive kingdoms in worldly estate and praise mediocrity against your triumphs'
backdrop. With that said, no way will there be civilization above my causes,
aligned with my values or below my fallings, to remain scattered and divided regardless.
This body of life, at your expense's what I have afforded.
I am of a dark light, potential overshadowed with false self-importance.

Let all fall. I possess a summer's stubborn tenacity.
A successful abortion born, ungratefully grasping this apathy.
Passionate disdain as a complete being, claiming host are all last to me.
Blasphemy?? The inquiry begs to answer itself, apparently.
I rage war each age- each day, for you, more disparaging...
I am of Gaia's ember, crackling, accompanying a sealess calvalry ...
setting ablaze the life in your hands til blisters make creation challenging.


I've scorched, therefore I can. I am man.