Like a bomb impulsive and wicked.
It would detonate without notice.
Or just puff like a useless dud.
It could be sparkling beautifully.
Or just lurking through time become deathly trap.
It could blast your mind as it tear down prejudice.
Or make your solid foundation fall apart.
Creation or Ruin.
A blessing in disguise or A real disaster.
But explosive was never meant to blow up by itself.
It needs man with a will.
A will of creation or ruin.
The man that holds power upon itself.
Until the man place the power in his hands.
Or his heart fall apart by his greed of power.