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I condemn you

to a life of untreatable disease;

boils and fever,

fire and shame.

I curse you

to a death of indescribable pain;

spewing arteries

and obliterated bone.

The feeling of the first drops

of blood on my knuckles,

blood on my teeth and tongue.

Lapping in the carnage,

savoring the crime.

And let it not be the last,

like a nymph enthralled by its rape.

Sever ascension and bask

in the lowest of all acts.

Angels are in need of bondage,

bastards are in need of pain.

Beating the broken

as a demonstration of power.

The glorious revelation of violence.

I relate only to solitude,

sentience is irrelevant.

If time and place

should grant me the chance,

without any other eyes or ears to perceive,

I want nothing more

than to pin you by your throat

and slowly drive a blade beneath your sternum.

To leech you of your humors,

to watch the whites of your eyes

grow with panic.

Darting back and forth,

searching for familiarity,

for a shred of “humanity”.

Mucus frothed lips contort

useless flailing becomes weaker as you pale.

Forever emulating the foolish,

reigning over the insecure.

Samson option,

all slaughter within my radius.

Malice aforethought,

abandonment of proportionality.

A Masada mentality

by force of arms.

When rebellion can't be incited,

slay the sheep and burn the wool.

No world without the self,

thus all worlds bear an end.

No deterrence strategy,

supersede all doctrine.

Destruction of temple and earth,

mass retaliation and glorious death.

First to break first use.

May nothing be extended forever.

Envisioning all demise

to eradicate common rule.

I relate only to solitude,

sentience is irrelevant.