My Words become a sentence,
ensure your mind's ascendance.
Vocabulary gun with a bullet,
verses for the trigger, then I pull it.
Shooting lines at your feeble heart,
blood spurting out as prose, depart.
Verbal Assassination of your essence,
buried in brevity's short renaissance.

Twisting tongue's tantalizing taste,
telekinesis tantrums turn tales in waste.
Warring words whirled wondrously,
washed...