Nay,
This oblivion is well-deserved.
By angry damnations,
Of dozens –
I allow their hatred to wash over me,
In waves.
Let them dissect me,
To prove their projections.
Hidden inner fires,
Full of rage.
Jealousy.
Want.
I gladly kneel,
Before obliteration,
My work will continue.
Gladly Kneeling Before Obliteration.
