Volcanic

Today as I step into the gym the first thing others will notice is the smoke, and where there's smoke there's fire. Things aren't just going to get hot, they're gonna be molten hot. Four thousand degrees of volcanic fury. The ground will quake and ash will spew into the air as the iron runs in glowing red rivers from my hands. Islands will be born, rise and become continents. I will become an instrument of destruction and creation. Skys will darken as I toil under the iron growing out of control as a force of nature only to be bigger tomorrow.