Spitting Spells

Penning of my painful past, I write with words whirling fast, Chaos caused by spells I cast, As brutal battle hymns blast. Perfectly pointing out pith, Like a miraculous myth, Smooth sentences i can scythe, Because I am the wordsmith. Devastating destruction, Caused by Chaos construction, Like alien abduction, Or sorcerer's seduction. A king with a cryptic key, Spitting syllables we see, And algorithms agree, Im beyond bold and beastly. So watch me write without fright, Sharing insight that most fight, The Words i cite might excite, But with my light I now rite.