The fire in my eyes burning hotter than plasmatic magma,
How my icy stare stays intact, some see as the enigma,
Those who believe that are lost within my mind,
Amazed by its intricacy, though still raw and unrefined,
Wondering how a scene as striking as this could be designed
By someone so young, with so little effort, and so little time.
The cyclonic destruction left in my wake
Looks like the aftermath of an earthquake,
Decimating those who claimed I'd never make it,
Annihilating those who attempt to break it,
Crippling those who decide to forsake it,
And eliminating those who believe they can take it.
Those who wish to observe are prepared,
Those who admire this life aren't scared,
Do not interfere and know they'll be spared,
Let it exist and stand back and stare,
Realize this calculated chaos is rare.
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