Nope

Opposing my mind is like fighting a titan
Whose limits are heightened to level unbounded.
Imposing a plan where perimeters tighten
Will certainly merit some vertebrae pounded.

The cunning you claim, I'll be cutting to scatter,
Incising with psychical knife to shave portions
Of psyche so tiny they never can matter,
All clever endeavors abandoned like orphans.

Your goal is to hold your emotive existence
From threshold exposing a need for expression.
My grin is a valley collecting resistance,
Gehenna for burning that dumb, mock repression.

The mountain you stare at for fake introspection
I'm bashing with headbutts and elbows to crumble.
I always have plenty of pain plus invection
For someone who needs a whole mount to be humble.

My fingernails ailing your sky teach the horror
Of scoring, leave heavenly azurite shrieking.
The gashes make gaseous form bleed to raise torture,
Then firmament falls to infirmness through leaking.