THE WRATH Ive been a clepto and a pyromaniac, Stealin the flame of the world just to catch it in my fist. Fingertips burn scriptures through the ink of my pen, never to be suppressed by you, your, nor my inner set mind. Like telling a blind man he's unable 2 smell and taste the strength he devors and builds upon, I am He... Who never slows nor stops learning. I yearn for satisfaction, yet of, is slim 2 a nil purpose The way I move opposition and crush gimics Ive been named a heart stopper. Tagged an individual state of promise which means nothin, For if something was sterile then everything would negate. Grow young man... Until I am one with ancient treetops and then all will hear my roar ... Or feel the flame within That will sicken, wither, Return, and wipe them out.