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R Syn Phire --- Repost

His name is Mr. Phire, but he insist you call him R. Syn He's a torch for hire, if you need something set ablaze, something smoking Make the right down payment; and have a full gas can, flick foolproof plan If you need five-alarm action ... yeah, R. Syn is the best ashes delivery man So, there is no need for a heartless heater; the barrel cold, bullet indifference of a plastic gun Mr. Phire is a passionate pyre thrill seeker, he sure loves having some Fahrenheit funeral fun When it comes to pyrotechnics, he's the Spark Vader of demolition There's nothing he can't destroy, he'll scorch all of your competition R. Syn for hire be his fiery street cred calling card lit boast Get in acetylene touch with him, if you want something turned to burnt toast But right now, he's presently indisposed at an undisclosed penal facility He's currently planning an accelerant daring escape caper Waiting for a rookie guard to permit him unsupervised use of contraband matches and toilet paper This poem was originally posted on 10-14-16 — Romantic Warrior

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