Your unequivocal myth is my undiluted reality
The venom stays a lump in my blued throat
The pantheons are in what you hold your gospel truth
The prevarication a target of my lavaesque vitriol.

Revulsion spewed would be the sound of your death knell
Repugnance gulped would hammer another nail into me
If my life can be no more than your death
I’d rather let it linger on in my choked pharynx.