Humbly:

Kill Your Idols

Kill ‘em
Kill ‘em all
Kill Man
Kill Beauty
Kill Love

Kill all sound
Kill books
Kill Childhood
Kill joy

Kill that smile
Kill both eyes
Kill all grace
Kill those hands

Patricide. Matricide.
Fratricide.
Drip in blood
And then Kill it.
Blood
Dies into Dust:

Nothing is eternal
There is nothing
that won’t die
It’s all just an illusion
An Addiction that won’t
Die.
Kill it, Kill it too.

Die Killing.
You’re only clay
glorified dirt
merely filth
On a Sisyphean Sole.

Oh,
While you’re at it,
Kill God.