there's a strong urge
to desire to leave this world
so I can sit down

and write poems in peace
I don't mean suicide, i mean
a time without competing

voices living as billboards
to their own murderous egos
the wanna be idi amin's of

the world, at once pathetic
but also, dangerous, cellars
full of human skins

of those "who let them"
do it... God has stronger
plans for this place,

and those who usurp that
plan, including myself,
eventually face Judgement