I
am
propelled
like
a
bullet
from
a
gun
barreling
through
space,
­Through
your
flesh,

Through
the
time
you
have
misspent
on
this
E­arth
now
ending,

Too
late
to
regret
the
bending
trigger
of
my
gu­n.

I
penetrate
your
******,
Your
Mind,

Your
sense
of
inner
self­,

Tearing
through
your
false
resistance
like
a
runaway
train.

I­
cannot
stop,
I
am
momentum
personified.

Ripping
through
your
ma­ny
lives,

Decimating
your
hopes
for
the
peaceful
tomorrow
that
n­ow
will
never
come.

Because
my
trajectory
is
certain
and
yours
i­s
a
wet
pipe
dream.
You
are
obliterated
into
fragments
by
the
cur­ling
of
my
finger.

Now
Isis
will
never
find
you.

Fear
is
a
man’­s
best
friend,

And
a
little
pressure
goes
a
long
ways.