If The World Was In My Palms...

​If the world was in my grasp,
It would be a fist full of power,
Because my veins are pumping ash,
Of the knowledge I’ve devoured.
 
Strength in elevation,
I find a dimension in expansion,
One where there is no hatred,
Just a direction in madness.
 
If the world was in my grasp,
My brothers and sisters would be struck by lightning,
Of the love for themselves, they crash,
In to the magic of enlightenment.
 
Disperses between my knuckles,
In to all that is beyond,
And to all that are buckled,
To darkness’s bomb.
 
If the world was in my grasp,
It would detonate in revolution.
If the world was in my grasp, it would be nothing but knowledge,
Revenge, sex, & music.