How may I destroy you all?

That your image be cast away

They commentate my rise and remember your fall

Celebrate my life and scorn your dying day

All of the former,make way for the latter

I move them as the earth moved by quakes 

I devour them all,their plates,and their platters 

I speak and they gather,I speak and they scatter

Former artists and current poets pale in comparison 

But why compare myself to them,are we not troops in the same garrison?

Are we not models of the same paradigm?

Do we not construct absurdities perceived as masterpiece by a pair of whims ?

A pair of whims combined to form lines that intertwine to stanzas

Tactful renditions of spoken gold

building Solomon's temple and bonanzas

Marked by paradox sometimes they can't see where we come

A calm extravaganza,

That was given life by the gun

Taking life by water,killing them with flows

As I mature with my structure,I'm killing them with growth

But who am I killing and why?

Fans,competition, maybe curiosity shall they all die due my viscosity?

Content thick with atrocity

Am I getting to the goal slowly

Or going nowhere with velocity?

Possibly.

I happen to destroy for sport but In contrast I build for the cause 

I always seek your core to exhort 

 But let us destroy each other so that the audience may applaud

Artists new and old right here and abroad

Let your power be known and know it is a gift from God

I destroy you all with gifts from above 

But I build you all because I was given love

Every time an artist is hurt he's likely to win again

Now die...but live again