Psychotic poetry

My annual descent-into-winter-darkness ritual includes the purchase of a brain-rotting video game. This year's selection is Serious Sam: The Second Encounter, which consists of firing guns and rockets at hideous beasts inhabiting beautiful Mayan temples. Fortunately, there is no story line.

Yesterday, I encountered a room that is so full of hideous enemies that one can only progress by detonating a "serious bomb" (yes, that's what it's called). For some reason, the key that fires the serious bomb isn't working properly, so I sought out the game cheats, the secret commands that allow you to do almost anything via a special text interface. This evening, I discovered my notes, which read like some psychotic high school poetry:

please god
please killall
please open
please refresh