The Destroyer of Worlds reduced to a verb.
I'll swallow my tongue to entomb these words,
and down beneath that crooked oak they'll stir.
Check this, he's a menace entranced by ***** little pendants,
obsessed with vengeance like Khan on injections,
and sick to death of these meritless contestants.
Tremble before his temple bearing nothing but the essentials.
While the peasants peddle pebbles like life lessons
he's off to the heavens in a vessel freshened for the devils.
His friendliest is an exposition against his pension.
Expressions like weapons so he aimed em at his reflection
then pulled the trigger with inimical intentions.