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Feb 2017
My knuckles they burn
For fresh contact to take place.
Be it a wall
Or your face,
Just name a time and place.
My soul is an inferno
Ready to scorch this earth.
To begin the mass extinction
Like the ones we’ve unearthed.

I can’t contain the rage,
It bubbles inside.
It shoots off like little rockets,
And in your mind they reside.
They burrow their way in
To a deep dark place
And there they will fester
Tell you can’t find their trace.

My body burns
With all I hold back.
The temper I control
Just cannot last.
Its about to erupt,
From every atom in my being,
From every crack in my skin
To destroy all I am seeing.

I will go out like a planet
Taking its last breath
Before erupting into a light
That will be seen far from this earth.
-ALC February 5, 2017
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