Aggression

I am immortal

Not because I can’t suffer
Death

But because I am not
Fearful

Of the beyondest pale
Of

My road to
Hell

For when I do finally
Die

I intend to break the
Body

Of the reaper himself

I am immortal

Not because I cannot
Be slain

But because I am
A muderer of murder

An apocalypse
Inapoplectic

Because I welcome
The inevitable

Sight into doom

Where my aggression
Must rise

And adrenaline flow

Welcome to the
Final mystery

Yet when I get there
And solve it

It won’t be as polite
Of a throe