I was born of splitting atoms, way before Eve and Adam,
Fitting of nuclear power rhymes with lines which sang:
“Here comes the Krackus causing a chaotic cosmic ruckus”
Spitting flames at ‘em I had ‘em taking aim from the Bang.
I was brought into existence upon nature’s ill persistence,
A mix of super stellar rhythms and intergalactic grooves,
I was a harmonious fusion of both creation and evolution,
A movement of hybrid rudiments meant to make you move.
I was conceived of spirit and will, crafted with artistic skill,
In light of elements coalesced with force and energy,
Bringing to life this form from the midst a colossal storm,
With a passion pulse destined to bring about synergy.
I was birthed into the universe, with kicks in old skool Converse,
Ready to flow ire fire in verses versus the glow of red giant suns,
But it didn’t (dark) matter who was the first or who was the latter,
Because I am the one son whose tongue is measured in megatons.
Written by wallyroo92
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