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Sep 2010
I walk through the flame
With a torch
Scorching
Heat rises
While the Sun sets
Scolding Iron
Black burns
From the white hot

Esteemed
The bloods boiling
About to erupt
And rupture
The surface
Earth is
Perfect
For destruction
I get to choose
Shall I just quake
And make shook?
Or just break
And make soot?
To explode
Or stay put?
I can enter
As emperor
Ashes and embers
In the center of
Cinders
I stood
Like a cintaur
I was sent for
Tinders and timber
Fire from the heavens
Rays
To dissarray
I can reign
In array
In a way
That braises
Those in the way
I rose
At dusk
As dust showers
A presence with
A towering essence

I reckon
My wreckage
Has a message

Make haste
Or you will ruin
My hue in tune
With my shoes
Blues tone
Tutone
My red bones
Wouldn't break
If you through stones
Whose on?
Rock solid boulder
I smolder
I decide
When to explode
I can mold
Or stand bold

My manifold is manifested
In my crest

The formation maker
of multanimous nature!

I decide!
Devastation
Or Resignation?

Devise a planetary Invasion
or
Reassign my placement?

I think this nation
Is destined
To be the destination
For infestation
Joseph Childress
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Joseph Childress  30/M/Detroit
(30/M/Detroit)   
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