The Poem-Riddle : Sway Rational Aid

Sway Rational Aid

Released into the Wild I am,
And I like to burn bright apparently,
Don't stand in my nearest vicinity,
I will phone the hospital!?
And I will kill you in the end no doubt,
Too great for the entire vastness of space
I'm staring you right in the face,
Ordinariness seems weird, a phenomenon,

Not known to be understood but acknowledged.

Remember the obtuse ambiguity,
Although, I hold uncontrollable fear in amounts,
Dangerous, people cannot flail and announce,
Iconic survival from my rays of doubt,
Also they fear the randomness and natural innocence,
That encompasses my existance, in essence,
I wait upon those actions which trigger my anger,
Onto those that don't deserve but receive, but Im

Not known to be understood but acknowledged.
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That's the Riddle there, I made it up years ago. This is a poem I wrote actually that has another meaning, but I also wanted a peom that could serve as a nice riddle. It wasn't supposed to be an extraordinarily difficult riddle but I wanted two aspects to this poem, making it a Poem-Riddle.