That house's pompous walls finally
fell.
I grew weary of its persistent
babble about nothing.
So I silently screamed.
Brick, concrete, and wood
crumbled on mulch-covered land.
They changed into
that mucky, flavorless drink.
They evaporated in my Creator's domain.
Because my blood,
my blood displayed
how to use my noiseless will
to demolish all dull enclosures-
those impenetrable and bland walls.
