Preserve the perverse?
Or will destruction suffice?
Obliterate these stones,
digest my sacrifice.

Benevolence killed my Gods
with the sound of a verb,
an explosion of chaos
from the emotionally disturbed.

Feel the vibrations
that the giant is churning.
A titanium army
can't stop what is coming.

Words can't be burned,
for they can’t hold a flame.
Immortality is concealed,
from the death of the vain.  

But it will come around
as reactions tend to do,
because Karma does not sleep,
she is coming for you.