Genocide becomes easy work from the mountains of Olympus
Sending my sattelite deeper
I pass by the shores of paradise
Waving Hello to Billy Collins
Televisions protrude from their porcelain skulls
Haloes of artificial light

I pass beyond this realm of social construction
Donald Trump and ZIka echo in my memories
In complete solitude
I begin creating like genesis
I begin destroying like revelations

I world without
Concrete pedagogies being hammered into our minds
A world without the hopeless renewal of dead Gods
A world where your eyes don’t have to be open to see
A blank slate ready for formulating doctrines and law

My fingers bleed as I begin to mold humanity
When Sabbath arrives
I sit back with my hand firmly on  the remote control
I sit back and watch the countless homicides
I am…
Yahweh
Lucifer
Shiva
Atlas
The Architect of Genocide

I am god
I am God
I AM GOD.