Phobia

My God, beholdeth such wrath!
The puny being be definitely dead.
A humane spank was extermination enough,
Yet we proceeded to crush its skull.

Oh! Horrific way to meet your quietus,
Stoned, stumped and grinded beneath.
One thing’s certain thou roach didn’t wish,
To end your ephemeral days, in two.

Even I was jolted beyond compare,
Such vigor, such energy, such chaos.
I infer ‘tis not without terror on our part,
That makes our assault so fierce, so vicious