The Apostate pest

Entered into: Matter.
 
 
I felt air, flair and inspiration...  
but some words left my thoughts vacant.  
needing to express some rage  
someone instead asks for sage
 
Cold like the end of a steel blade  
sharp as a diamond's edged side  
I got both a shovel n spade ready  
to dig ya grave, i just got to wait.  

I build but let go in the stream  
all the things that are limits to dreams  
but water flows mixing thoughts  
to the ocean, i hope to make a start
 
burned within a dogmatic ring  
with each breath i expel fire  
an apex monster for a situation dire  
fret creature your destruction is here  
 
manifest a revelation on me  
a prophecy an Indoctrination.  
But really i jest, i'm an apostate pest.