I'd rather not see it.
Just cover my eyes when the danger occurs.
Shield me when catastrophic moments come.
Pain keeps hitting me in the head with a club,
waiting for me to arise
(so it can hit me, again.)
I can't take it.
Conceal me when fear knocks at our door,
and the seed of anger grows within
the souls of many,
including myself.
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Since we can't do this;
since there's no such thing,
I'll use nothing but my feet -
they'll lead me to escapism.
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