I killed that man on Wednesday.
His name was painfully funny.
He liked to gaslight and doomsay.
He fucked a disillusioned bunny.

And then I woke up white and sweaty
as did his million decaying faces
and his whores. He became a setty
for wet thighs. I trapped him in a thousand cases.

Meditate and kill yourself.
Hide your pride onto a shelf.
Your highest knowledge is found
within the boundless death on the maggots' ground.